And I don't let go, until I think, Bingo!
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I prefer the book (Ah)
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I like to imagine it free and have some rhythm' in case the weekend is not good
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If you don't understand it, it's because you look with your eyes
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Because we have another idea of what luxury is
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I don't get angry anymore, there they do want to throw away the key
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And close their little heads with a bolt
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The rain falls on Montevideo and I like one more prisoner
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That's why I see and I can't look
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I only believe in what I can create and you (Ah)
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Of what you see do not believe even half
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I'll play a blues under your blouse, fuck, my muse is you
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I don't want excuses, turn me on and turn off the light
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"Since he uses me, let it be for something productive"
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I told that girl and look at the things that I write now, no
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The lights go on and the show ends, it's me
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On stage or behind the scenes
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After the vertigo of seeing that everything is progressing and I am not
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Just my vocabulary, but that doesn't even give me rice, and
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I know that sincerity does not sell and that they prefer to see me
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Selling the hero movie to brighten up your Friday but I never lied |
Even though so far that means listening to 'bad rappers' instead of me
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Among so much fashion, where was the heart?
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Everyone so pending' in how they decorate it
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That if double' voices, that if put autotune
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Why don't you put in the lyrics something of what you think?
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Explore way' to mount the beat, so many beretine', what little skill
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They don't even get the "skrrrt" anymore and that's how they want to compete
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Dale manin', I do not enter the beef, I do not enter the game, everything for you
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I don't have time, I have a life, so many concerts that I forget
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yeah
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Farath is on the beat
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Archer, J.T.
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ok ok haha
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yah yah
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I want my name in a stadium like Mario Kempes
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The latest Nike collection that they don't sell around here
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If they don't understand me there is no problem, my people understand me
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I'm pure math, numbers don't lie
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I'm going to get a whole tattoo for your morbidity and my delight
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Let my image bother you, get used to seeing me
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They're missing years, when they grow up capable of understanding it
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By then they will not understand me the following
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Now I have a cache and there is no lack for the silver taxi |
To move the teams, I follow Bondi and Pata
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Although if one day I multiply it, sign it face to face
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That money goes for the same, double or nothing
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A visionary or for some just a madman
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I am from the beginning, from the beginning of the change
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That they want to boycott in this the greatest of their achievements'
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It's like envying the sky for not being able to touch it
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Not a miracle, there is a possibility that they are close
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The difference between understanding and trying
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Between kicking in the door and wearing it
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For walking so safely without knowing where to enter, bro
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My name echoing off the walls of your circle
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While I plan what will be next
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And do not doubt my movement'
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Although I don't understand something so complex
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For you it is the most logical |