It must be the crush on life or the fear to die Drinking and smoking, the world stinks When I think of each one wants to be one It's getting on my nerves all importance of visuals – fuck that Take your clothes off, let your hair grow and fuck off. Laughing and crying, life's short, we're dying From shots or from cancer, we hope we won't suffer God stay above us and watch us – I got a message for you, you and you Now put your Rolex in your ass and go back Shine gold from the inside of your soul It must be the crush on life or the fear to die Each I see all the eyes on the ground And the game's master's so-called money You have you are, you think you're not, You need so much things to resist the boredom I say Rolex but it's just a grain in a sand area Our children act like machines plugged in all day long with technology You call him my lover when he pays by month your feelings Ones that I see myself I can choose who I am I can go with strength On top of the world If I love myself I can love you too