Lyrics

[Intro: MC Isti] This world is unbelievable That you- just in a money-bought Flat (and the like)- you find peace... You can only find a woman too If you buy a woman with money... All kinds of shitty, ugly, dirty things Are in this world AND I LIVE IN A WORLD LIKE THIS! [Verse 1: Azahriah] Body in the bag, layin' on the cold ground I ain't going back, I might end up in a coffin You can't scare me, they be bluffin' I got reasons to fuck up every night And get a chance every morning You regret that you live, but you keep moving forward still You don't understand, what will be, but you'll show them Just listen a little now, it is I who sings for you! Wish you'd hear the essence- the essence of it all... That with the boys on the square, long ago, L.L. Junior was on And anyone I would know was from 'palota They gave up on their dreams, gave up on their desires Their destiny is covered with concrete and factories I breath in the smoke, hold it down (Ugh-ugh) Comes out, makes me cough, fuckin' hell... I know it's not great, this lifestyle But wish I could know, how you'd understand! [Chorus: Azahriah] Oh, my baby, don't wait up! Oh, no, no, don't wait up! Please, baby, don't wait Too many the memories that hurt Oh, my baby, don't wait up! (Oh, no, no, don't wait up!) Oh, no, no, don't wait up! (Oh, no, no, don't wait up!) Please, baby, don't wait Too many the memories that hurt [Verse 2: Azahriah, Desh] Now, I feel like Heisenberg or Jesse Just a little more of the flexin' In a trailer I cook, the lab is the Logic The wound shows the way, I make it, millions I'll get from it Diamond Patek, Bentley, Prada, Gucci, Fendi Versace, shines on the wrist In a blink of an eye, all my forints I'll spend This gang is that, who never makes it known That their king is the one and only Lucifer But to some, just a myth, a fairytale is this story I give the truth, I give it I spare you from being a star And from emotional problems five times a week, from an other reality Many the gossip, you know, on this and that I was here and there, like from heaven an angel This is like "Better future!" with a hidden trigger This old guitar, and the "Piaszag" vibe It could be a little different, little fresher A little badder, a little more fucked The wounds that I keep yappin' about, no bandaid for that In vain I'm always ready, always am a bigger cock The media needs the beef, like hoes need the love I got a couple pretty little ebony baby in the house And if, my for-display happiness, I press on you, that's bad? Desh, do you know who this lil' guy is talkin' to? Well, brother, I don't fuckin' know! Exactly this is the trouble with you all, this is the problem You think that talking about Azi is a good topic You go like bla-bla-bla-bla-bla-bla on me How I always touch on the right puny, little mischieves...? But aged twenty-five, brother, I truly don't give a fuck You're stupid if you believe in that I'll give myself up If we all head to the same place, the fuck are we reversing for? Think about that, while the bro's saying goodbye! [Chorus: Azahriah] Oh, my baby, don't wait up! Oh, no, no, don't wait up! Please, baby, don't wait Too many the memories that hurt Oh, my baby, don't wait up! (Oh, no, no, don't wait up!) Oh, no, no, don't wait up! (Oh, no, no, don't wait up!) Please, baby, don't wait Too many the memories that hurt