[Verse 1]
With all my brothers
We land in the street (let's go)
T-Shirt, pants but underneath there are no briefs
It's a beautiful day: the sun is singing and the birds are shining
But it's always going off the rails
The second you meet a cop
There's one around the corner who thinks he's Nicky Larson
We dodge it on moonwalk like Michael Jackson would have done

Bowling day, ping pong day, volleyball day, soccer day
We don't give a fuck about whores
We're off to make a bowl cut
Those who have not worked hard for the biff will never appreciate the steak
And he came to me, to talk, to be the guy
When he came home
The boug had only the teeth of wisdom
But frankly they are pretty the traces of blood on my Converse...

[Chorus, psycopathic voice]
I may have punctured my gloves
My feet may be full of blood
But I find myself very elegant!
With my red shoes!

I may have punctured my gloves
My feet may be full of blood
But I find myself very elegant!
With my red shoes!
[Verse 2]
Honestly I was starving
But there was nothing in the cupboards
Apart from shit, dust and cockroaches!
I'll never beg my friends like a beggar
I won't work 150 hours for $1,000 either!

I wasn't born with money:
I was born on the ground in the garage!
My daron was arrested: he fell for a robbery...

All the schools sent me back:
Apparently I was not wise!
Since I was a child, it's been a pain
Do you understand why I have rabies?!

I'm organizing break on break in make or break mode
Sometimes there are gangs of sons of bitches
Who want to fart our bundles

I got a jar full of the blood of every guy I've ever smashed
So if I write my texts in red
It's certainly not to make you look more classy!

[Chorus, psycopathic voice]
I may have punctured my gloves
My feet may be full of blood
But I find myself very elegant!
With my red shoes!
I may have punctured my gloves
My feet may be full of blood
But I find myself very elegant!

With my fucking red shoes !

Ahahah...