Quebonafide: HALF DEAD (FT. RETO)

Today you will always be shouting - ameno
Tomorrow you sit with yourself again - ameno
I have a joke I can see what you do not see
I put thin fingers in my cross - ameno

x2
My danse macabre
So come to dance when the step is a chance and lot of us play
I have an old man's soul I can not roll, half fingers
On the fingers half (dead), on the fingers half (dead)

Quebonafide

I put my blanched Hypervenom
Next to the art of advertising Kinder Bueno
Everybody fucking me about love over and over
But where I do not look everywhere I see violence
Again he writes on that night, the third day of rodeo
Yesterday I was recording a tightened demo
Now there is money under Eritrea
I'm an epidemic with a vision of emo kids (what?)
Today you will hear me always next - ameno
Tomorrow you sit with yourself again - ameno
I have a fucking whore, I see what you do not see
I put thin fingers in my cross - ameno
I'm barely alive, the sun, barely alive
From a city that has no perspective
Just go through the crisis, only the lever to lease
Only good wife, though uglier than Weezy
Take it or kill me
Shoot me like Harambe
How many times this swamp tried to kill me
Moment of pleasure, then motherfucker right after death - ameno

x2
My danse macabre
So come to dance when the step is a chance and lot of us play
I have an old man's soul I can not roll, half fingers
On the fingers half (dead), on the fingers half (dead)

Reto

The only downfall is the fault, I suffer for the rest, it is not me
Growing up, if only for good will come out - it is hopeless
It's over when I'm picking up my thoughts, it's time to sleep, I think, now
I do not see and I'm a little sleepy, and I'm counting on what to expect
They want to go to my head or I'll die like a dog, and that does not make me happy
I shed blood for blood, I exchange my breath, my phone died on the links
I have such dreams, some people think I have no conscience, ej
But since I change for the better, I think, how do I turn my heart, I think I do not have that
I believe in what I see, I trust only gravestones
How do you choose the first leader, often the second one give you loneliness
As I'm in the fury, I leave the window, as I eat sadness, I leave my head
Not once did she have a linden on it, though like peeking at pictures you will not say what?
Are you dead from the midst when you do not have a headache like you? - it breaks my head
I'm sick or normal, you know, when you're creating facts, and I have to hide them?
I hear more, I feel more, I see more - and it's a bit hard for me since I know
Because my fucking heart breaks and it happens every day, as if to cut off oxygen

x2
My danse macabre
So come to dance when the step is a chance and lot of us play
I have an old man's soul I can not roll, half fingers
On half fingers, on half fingers