I'm just spitting, filling the magazine and shooting
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I look up at the sky you slapped you too big
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I can't see where the peace has flowed around my neck with the bridle
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Laws push into the well Laws bind into the well
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Hyenas tore the wounds from the wound, spitting into the flesh
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In hand, the two machine guns pull the hell out of their weight
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I have to go through the corpses too pa pa I charge and shoot again
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My head is shaken for a minute and the sky explodes
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I have nothing to lose and it just takes my feet
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Shout, where's the end?
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BAD BLOOD
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The street, the square, flowed
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Everything runs into the deep, the sun does not rise here brother
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There is no light here, everything stays in the night '
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I’ve been going for years until once the blade slams down my throat
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BUT I have to endure it because there is no going back, you know this is the order of things
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I'm just going (I'm just going)
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God tell me what to do (what to do?)
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I just shoot and lie on the ground
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I'm just going (I'm just going)
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God tell me what to do? |
(what to do?)
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I'm just spitting, filling the magazine and shooting
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I'm just going (I'm just going)
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God tell me what to do (what to do?)
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I just shoot and lie on the ground
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I'm just going (I'm just going)
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God tell me what to do? |
(what to do?)
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I'm just spitting, filling the magazine and shooting
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Bones under my feet crack, and I feel it
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There are troubles on the ground, and I’m just asking God
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What can be done, oh tell me what can be done?
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Because here if you have money in your pocket and blood in your dick
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Everyone can already be bought
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We've been born in the filth
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The eyes look hungry on the street and the child would stab me for 100 forints
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You can bounce from home you can’t just talk about worries
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The boss fucks so much that you don't even know you really live out of work anymore
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from porn
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The world is rushing with us
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The fucking clamp clicks on our hand
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We always cry because we don't bloom just bloom but where is the finish?
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Fold down the doorknob opens the door, waiting for redemption
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But it still brings trouble
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You're not building a castle out of shit
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You just cut your life against the wall
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I'm just going (I'm just going)
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God tell me what to do (what to do?)
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I just shoot and lie on the ground
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I'm just going (I'm just going)
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God tell me what to do? |
(what to do?)
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I'm just spitting, filling the magazine and shooting
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I'm just going (I'm just going)
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God tell me what to do (what to do?)
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I just shoot and lie on the ground
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I'm just going (I'm just going)
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God tell me what to do? |
(what to do?)
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I'm just spitting, filling the magazine and shooting
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I'm just going (I'm just going) |