I'm going out with my friend who takes drugs
It looks like something out of that science fiction movie, but instead it came out yesterday
he's the only one who steals motorbikes
And then when they find them he says, 'they left me stranded'
my friend is the only one who thinks
May the things he steals be like the things he bought
the only one who only speaks
What was sold and what changed afterwards
he stopped the one with the car
That he owed me money and took away all his necklaces
my friend while we were undressing this guy
The only thing he said was, 'get the joints too'
My friend, my friend, don't talk about my friend
About my friend, don't talk to my friend
With my friend, you wouldn't want my friend as a friend
I'm going out with my friend who steals his car
And then he tells his insurer that he has suffered a theft
I'm going out with my friend who steals a car
And then he goes to rob, to rob as if it were right
he's the guy who sells you a motorcycle
He smiles at you, thanks you and then keeps double the keys
like that time he brought it up
That set of keys in that garage as we entered
six drugs at once
six drugs in like fifteen minutes
my friend, you wouldn't want as a friend
My friend, white pants
My friend, my friend, don't talk about my friend
About my friend, don't talk to my friend
With my friend, you wouldn't want my friend as a friend
From San Cristoforo to my block for my g
Who have stuff in their socks
Who have stuff in their shoes
Who have stuff in their underwear
The gold necklaces, the horse watch
Boss real leather jacket, the Lacoste
With the fake Louis Vuitton bag
They say it's better not to get close