Young Snap made another hit I don't lie to myself I hate all your problems This tongue is in the blue But if * you understand In my hand I call myself Angel And look, I like it, I like it, I like it I lower myself, I know who I am I scream, I scream, I scream I was different, I had to get up In Europe, culture and justice I said, let's do it in the sky I took my friends, the comet star With the beneficial benefits With a beautiful welcome Maybe I had a choice I had a problem I don't be stupid I don't lie to myself I hate all your problems This tongue is in the blue But if * you understand In my hand I call myself Angel And look, I like it, I like it, I like it I lower myself, I know who I am I scream, I scream, I scream I was different, I had to get up In Europe, culture and justice I said, let's do it in the sky I took my friends, the comet star With the beneficial benefits With a beautiful welcome Maybe I had a choice I had a problem I don't lie to myself I hate all your problems This tongue is in the blue But if * you understand In my hand I call myself Angel And look, I like it, I like it, I like it I lower myself, I know who I am I scream, I scream, I scream I was different, I had to get up In Europe, culture and justice I said, let's do it in the sky I took my friends, the comet star With the beneficial benefits With a beautiful welcome Maybe I had a choice I hate all your problems This tongue is in the blue But if * you understand In my hand I call myself Angel And look, I like it, I like it, I like it I lower myself, I know who I am I scream, I scream, I scream I was different, I had to get up In Europe, culture and justice I said, let's do it in the sky I lowered myself, I know who I am I scream, I scream, I scream I was different, I had to get up In Europe, culture and justice Tell me Tell me, do you want to go to the street? Shut up, you're a good man Tell me, do you want to go to the street? Do you want to go to the street? Shut up, you're a good man I don't know you Maybe you're the same as me I made you a story without making it real I lower myself, I come from the past Like a warrior in mythology I lower myself, I come from my mother's prayers Tell me, do you want to go to the street? I go everywhere and I whistle when it's cold I lower myself, I come from the past Like a warrior in mythology I lower myself, I come from my mother's prayers Tell me Tell me Tell me Tell me Tell me Tell me Tell me Tell me Tell me Tell me Tell me Tell me Tell me Tell me Tell me Tell Tell me Tell me Tell me Tell me Tell me Tell me