| turn page
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| Don't scratch yourself, turn the page
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| (I eat my dick with whoever hates me)
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| turn page
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| Don't scratch yourself, turn the page
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| (Whoever has bad envy eats it)
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| When I started making music nobody wanted me
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| Much love to those who follow me from day one
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| I went quietly to the studio
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| This is how it is uploaded, quietly
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| And it's not that I'm nobody, much less alive from this
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| But I have the multinational as a project
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| And the money is destined to laugh at you
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| Before I paid now I enter VIP
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| I didn't buy clothes, neither in season nor on sale
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| Now for clothes they give me boxes
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| And I don't believe anything, I swear to you
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| I'm still esmayao' but now I have a future
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| Little by little crazy we are growing
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| Little by little we are deserving it
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| Little by little I heal scars
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| I'm with my brothers, they tell me:
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| turn page
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| Don't scratch yourself, turn the page
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| (I eat my dick with whoever hates me)
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| turn page
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| Don't scratch yourself, turn the page
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| (Whoever has bad envy eats it)
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| If I tell you that this is music from the neighborhood I'm lying
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| The music of the neighborhood will always be flamenco
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| That you hit me' now it's not worth it
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| (Why did you deal with the abnormal)
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| For my father and family
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| Death to all the violets
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| They fuck the loose ones but pay with card
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| Travel around the world with 400 suitcases
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| To fill them with clothes and bring them to me here
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| Give it to my cousin, take cousin give it away
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| Dreaming of purple bills
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| Little by little crazy we are growing
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| Little by little we are deserving it
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| Little by little I heal scars
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| I'm with my brothers, they tell me:
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| turn page
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| Don't scratch yourself, turn the page
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| (I eat my dick with whoever hates me)
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| turn page
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| Don't scratch yourself, turn the page
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| (Whoever has bad envy eats it) |