| My street is Ibiza, you have to move here.
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| Here for bucks and drags, dirty dancing.
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| My street is a schoolgirl if someone touches it.
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| His f * is not looking, big brother.
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| On the fuss, as on the bitch.
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| Money drips into your hands.
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| The cops are shocked by our schemes.
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| We want to live like people, oh ol inclusive.
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| My brother is loading the machine.
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| You saw the Internet in your childhood, he saw a boarding school.
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| And if somewhere all of a sudden some rigmarole, brother.
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| Ask what they want, brother, what do they want?
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| Chorus:
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| After all, we cannot stand still.
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| And so we knead together.
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| Knead, knead, knead, knead!
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| Knead, knead, knead, knead!
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| After all, we cannot stand still.
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| And so we knead together.
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| Knead, knead, knead, knead!
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| Knead, knead, knead, knead!
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| Knead, knead!
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| Verse 2: Andery Toronto
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| This blackest area is cursed.
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| Fuck there, the blackest area is mine.
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| Here it stinks of me, there we are in brutal style.
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| We go, as if, to our home.
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| You'll have to give your share of showbiz.
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| Or I'll have to pick her up.
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| Fuck me your TV?
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| When we can just yell out loud.
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| Just shout out loud!
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| From dangerous cars, all the producers shout:
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| "It can't be punted!"
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| But you know, bracho, a street secret.
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| Business moves when there is authority.
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| Do you think not? |
| I don't give a fuck.
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| Do you think not? |
| I don't give a fuck about your no.
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| You are afraid of war, because you are afraid to die. |
| (bitch)
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| And for me every day is like in a war.
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| Chorus:
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| After all, we cannot stand still.
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| And so we knead together.
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| Knead, knead, knead, knead!
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| Knead, knead, knead, knead!
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| After all, we cannot stand still.
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| And so we knead together.
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| Knead, knead, knead, knead!
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| Knead, knead, knead, knead!
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| Knead, knead! |