| Fucking the moons-moons-monday mornings
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| I wake up high and fuck with my little girl
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| The beginning is with a pear of adrenaline
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| And the only wish is that everything is as it was before
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| People on the street go out for my music
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| Because it tells about the holes of the Republic
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| He hates the mafia system that doesn't publish me
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| He sells the morbid singer because he begs them
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| If I go around here, the steering wheel stops me
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| I see the hands detaching from the steering wheel
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| I don't work but I do cash
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| So today it's my commander's revenge
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| The drama is when there is no business calling me
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| Because the line of life is filigree
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| And they told me that life is a whore
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| It makes you pay for it from the beginning of the week
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| And they told me that life is a whore
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| He does not kiss you and gives you the bill for the money
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| And I have to be the son of a bitch
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| To turn less grain and more grain
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| And they told me that life is a whore
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| He does not kiss you and gives you the bill for the money
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| And I have to be the son of a bitch
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| To turn less grain and more grain
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| Fucking the moons-moons-monday mornings
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| I've been up crooked from the night before
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| It's just paraffin out there
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| No Dutch, no Morocco or Colombina
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| And my girl is on a plane to America
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| Without her I am zero arithmetic
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| I'm on my dick on Mondays if it rains or snows
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| And who says to me "Guè, before acting, meditate"
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| And if life is the stuff of combinations
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| Give me the one from the safe and don't worry
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| In turmoil for the new amendment
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| The agents also asked me for the document
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| But I know that the substances are to your liking
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| To those gentlemen who sit in parliament
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| And they told me that life is a whore
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| It makes you pay for it from the beginning of the week
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| And they told me that life is a whore
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| He does not kiss you and gives you the bill for the money
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| And I have to be the son of a bitch
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| To turn less grain and more grain
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| And they told me that life is a whore
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| He does not kiss you and gives you the bill for the money
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| And I have to be the son of a bitch
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| To turn less grain and more grain
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| And they told me that life is a whore
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| He does not kiss you and gives you the bill for the money
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| And I have to be the son of a bitch
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| To turn less grain and more grain
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| And they told me that life is a whore
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| He does not kiss you and gives you the bill for the money
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| And I have to be the son of a bitch
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| To turn less grain and more grain
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| The Dogo wants less stress and more cash
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| And not having it is on your dick too
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| The Dogo wants fewer cops and more beers
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| Turn up the volume and make the sgrille dance
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| The Dogo wants fewer churches and more houses
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| On the street you aim at us with the laser sight
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| The Dogo wants fewer bombs and more pumps
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| Fuck the state that gets fat and corrupts
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| And they told me that life is a whore
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| He does not kiss you and gives you the bill for the money
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| And I have to be the son of a bitch
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| To turn less grain and more grain
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| And they told me that life is a whore
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| He does not kiss you and gives you the bill for the money
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| And I have to be the son of a bitch
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| To turn less grain and more grain |