And I'll sit in a convertible and go somewhere
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Hey problems, I'm not here hopelessly forget me
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And I'll sit in a convertible if they don't suddenly put us in
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Too many years on the line, this is definitely the last time
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This is my cross, this is my weight
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This is my strength, this is my interest.
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This is my friend aka brother
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Around the gray city, he is Criminal hail
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We fly through the districts illuminating the headlights in the distance
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Those places where your sandals have not stepped
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Those places where poverty and zeros on the accounts
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Those eyes that believe in a miracle are already tired
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Not on AMG but we don't give a fuck
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The main thing is the soul, everything else is fluff
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Everyone chooses their own path here.
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Everyone is their own best enemy, worst friend
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I will again quietly ask the icon
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Guardian angel, and preferably two
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One will be with me, the second for barefoot
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For all these moves
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And I'll sit in a convertible and go somewhere
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Hey problems, I'm not here hopelessly forget me
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And I'll sit in a convertible if they don't suddenly put us in
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Too many years on the line, this is definitely the last time
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Let's hit the Kush one last time and live like humans
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Well, or at least once try to live
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Tells me that kid inside, who has been difficult since childhood
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That kid who always drowns to the top
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And we hurry under the roar of cars trying to outrun the sunsets
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What do we have in the head of the eternally hungry young
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I know that not everyone will understand, but they are not to blame
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That their path through life was not difficult but simple
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We are simple boys in life, we are not enough
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We sail through these weekdays like waves
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We are accustomed to stand up for our own
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Pain and joy, we fraternally divide in half
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We are simple boys in life, we are not enough
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We sail through these weekdays like waves
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We are accustomed to stand up for our own
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And we have little, little
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And I'll sit in a convertible and go somewhere
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Hey problems, I'm not here hopelessly forget me
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And I'll sit in a convertible if they don't suddenly put us in
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Too many years on the line, this is definitely the last time
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And I'll sit in a convertible and go somewhere
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Hey problems, I'm not here hopelessly forget me
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And I'll sit in a convertible if they don't suddenly put us in
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Too many years on the line, this is definitely the last time |