Time to get fu**ed up is not the time to melange
I lost my life, it's time to start a new one now
I keep my enemies closer to my family here
Still on the street, three hours of sleep
I don't know how I'll end, but I've seen the bottom
I cover my ears, the devil says, I heard him
My heart is made of stone and it doesn't hurt anymore
Either you want to have a funeral or call the police
I'm always missing something. When I had nothing, I was happier
I had the best time ever
With your head in the clouds and whiskey in your hand
And now it's just me and this gun here
Now it's just me and this gun here