[Verse: Ludwig Kronstrand]
We have energy, we have aura, we have Hennessy, nothing else
Made money, they were fast, shoutout Alexander Abdallah
R-I-P to Panther, T´Challa, miss all girls in Lala
She don't want to be together, but doesn't want to be with anyone else
The beat drops and I go down, no, I'm joking, I go on the same
I'm sorry, I need to go because I will die in Copacabana
Fuck the fake friends, fuck everyone, no glasses, order a bottle
Share it with my boys, we have energy, we have aura
I'm a five-star star, don't have any real fake friends
Driving a five-star car, don't have any real fake friends
Drink in a five-star bar, don't have any real fake friends
I'm a five-star star, only have real fake friends (Yeah, ey, ey)
I'm not her type of guy, light skin, tone the light
If they ask who I am, “Let me in, I'm certified”
I'm not her type of face until she sat down
She asks how I'm so good but real men don't kiss and tell
People here, want to claim me, act up, they want to shame me
Bad energy, stay away, bad energy, stay away
She knows the plug, my boy is the dealer so catch feelings
I made a million on being the realest, I hang with thieves, I know bandits
If someone wants booze, I pour up the liquor, my bot have problems and we figure the shit out
And she wants to go, we sit in the car, she sits on Chansey, I sit on demons
Too sober nights, all days feels like one
I have a hard time being alone now, since she left, it has echoed at home
More girls in more country, Lessie, I can't come anymore
Lessie, I can't come anyone, you're nice but I miss here