34% (feat. Asia Święczkowska)

Knees and hands on the damn floor
Docaos shooting at your door
You know we don't need no fame, no drug my flow can kill a cop

Fake religion, what you think?
Look the last one that remains poor, alienated
Homophobe, hallucinated as shit

Nobody knows your name
Regardless of your fame
Your username on the tombstone
The only memory of your grave

Your lifestyle is going down
What are you gonna do about?

Thirty-four has gone
Well done, well done, yeah
Your faith is made of guesswork
God is real, but you feel alone

Save my skin, save my skin
Is this how my life will be?
Left in a hole to die
And no chance of relief
Every day that I wake up
It’s like a must on my list

My time is gone
And it’s too late to go home
Push myself into the phone
This is real and I’m a clone

Let me breathe, make me feel
Melt my body with your pill
Take the blinders off my face
Show me what is fucking real

Thirty-four has gone
Well done, well done, yeah
Your faith is made of guesswork
God is real, but you feel alone

Melt my body with your pill
I’m not the hunted anymore
Give me something to kill