OPA

Post Mortem
Uuh
(Oh)

Hey, my opps are kind of opa
I smoke it with a falopa
And if they want what I have, I know the one with the note
Music for money (money), money for clothes (yes)
I fight with demons that look like Lovecraft

I want to be fifteen again (oh)
I want to revive my dog (huh?)
I don't want to be poor again (nah)
I don't want to be broke (be broke-broke-broke)
I earn money while playing Pou (pou)
My life is written by Allan Poe (poe)
My bitch says we are re goals (goals)
If she let me, I'll put it till balls
Bitch, now I have to count the hundreds one by one (hey)
And those fuckers wanna see me sleep in a coffin (uh)
My mom taking coke, all in front of my face (fiumba)
And my old man after that kicked me out of the house
But if it wasn't for that, now I wouldn't have anything (what?)
Because thanks to that sequence now I'm smarter (oh)
And if you take a nap, buddy, I'll tell you
The po po came to the house looking for a brick

My opps are half opa (oh)
I smoke it with falopa (falopa)
And if they want what I have, I know the one with the note
Music for money (eh), money for clothes (money)
I fight with demons that look like Lovecraft

Whore, 'I'm tired, yeah, I'm sick of this shit (sick of this shit)
Bitch, I hit a lick and I'm gone, lickety split (lickety)
Here's not much taca-taca, a lot of pipi-ripi (pipi-ripi)
The kids love Dillom like Discovery Kids (yeah)
Don't act crazy with me (no)
Let's go along the road, rom-rom-rom (let's go)
If I tell more, they may look for me and want to make me rrum-pom-pom
(Pow, pow)

I blow my nose with a wad (ah)
If she asks me, I'll slap her (what?)
Bitch, now this is my job (hey)
For free I don't even give you a hug (nah)
Pesos don't work for me, step
Your girl gives me headbutts (haha)
She blow on my dick like a sax
I make her cry, like Clapton (pawn)

My opps are half opa
I smoke it with falopa (falopa)
And if they want what I have, I know the one with the note
Music for the money (oh), money for the clothes (money)
I fight with demons that look like Lovecraft

My opps are half opa (opa)
I smoke it with falopa (falopa)
And if they want what I have, I know the one with the note
Music for the money (eh), money for the clothes (oh)
I fight with a demon that seems
Ah, it was already