(This is a bullet wound ask me about it
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Ask me about that blood spilled on the asphalt
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Ask me about the chaos on the street that day
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Ask me, ask me, ey
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“What is black money?” ask me about it
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Ask my injured friends
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Ask me about the pain of my liver
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Ask me, ask me, ey)
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Everyone was a void, your pus-filled inside
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Sharpened words leap from the curtain
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Fires chipped marble
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If they let us, we will be in Istanbul
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The morning we started between two words while meeting, encompasses the future
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in the triggers
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My fears are increasing day by day.
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The one that besieged my dreams—
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I said “Ask!” I said “Ask!”
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Sometimes it's hard, it's hard to accept me
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It's not a role, it's real
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One day it will all be alright
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Hardly, barely recover
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This is so bad, this is so bad, I would say
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My hard wound was hard, I'm already full
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But one day it will all be alright
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It can gnaw my flesh but it won't tear it
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I don't look in the pocket of what I call friends
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Fuck man
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Fuck y'all man, that makes you clean, ah
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Children of cafes don't get dizzy
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Eline Macchiato won't hold us stitches
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Look at the issues; |
resort
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They're sending ours in the bag, ah
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(This is a bullet wound ask me about it
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Ask me about that blood spilled on the asphalt
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Ask me about the chaos on the street that day
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Ask me, ask me, ey
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“What is black money?” ask me about it
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Ask my injured friends
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Ask me about the pain of my liver)
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Ask me, ask me, ey
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This secluded dark, swampy moment
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Empty wandering empty wandering
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Empty wandering empty wandering
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They find a timeless, relentless moment
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Empty wandering empty wandering
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Empty wandering empty wandering
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This secluded dark, swampy moment
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Empty wandering empty wandering
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Empty wandering empty wandering
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They find a timeless, relentless moment
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Empty wandering empty wandering
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Empty wandering empty wandering
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I said "End!" I said "End!"
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I said, "No interference!" I said, "No."
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I have a reckoning, make sure it's your turn
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One day it will all be gone
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Kolpas, kolpas I don't believe
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Your story from the gasket, from the gasket
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My middle finger will be pierced in the middle
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Ah, the bitches will be on their way
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"He's shameless," says the apartment boy.
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My mother, who built a house from the shop, is indestructible
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Fuck man
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Fuck y'all man, think off my side
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I say everywhere, I'm never ashamed
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I'm chasing halal money, I have a goal
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Vacation destination for my unborn children
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Also, my mother's dream; |
beach house with garden, ey
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(This is a bullet wound ask me about it
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Ask me about that blood spilled on the asphalt
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Ask me about the chaos on the street that day
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Ask me, ask me, ey
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“What is black money?” ask me about it
|
Ask my injured friends
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Ask me about the pain of my liver)
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Ask me, ask me, ey
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This secluded dark, swampy moment
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Empty wandering empty wandering
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Empty wandering empty wandering
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They find a timeless, relentless moment
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Empty wandering empty wandering
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Empty wandering empty wandering |