| Numi: Doctor, how are you doing?
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| Doctor: How's it going? |
| You ask me how are you doing? |
| I manage, she rather than
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| you have come here for a lifetime and even today I see her so depressed, so upset,
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| what the hell is going on?
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| Numi: You know me well, thoughts haunt me, I see problems where not
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| there are. |
| If you are too heavy people don't want to listen to you,
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| they already have their problems, imagine that even my closest friends don't
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| they are there to hear me then.
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| Doctor: But you have to understand once and for all that music is not one
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| confession, must be used to one's advantage
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| Numi: But I can't help being myself. |
| Then I don't know if it succeeds
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| imagine the game of rap, its stereotypes, clichés, credibility - all of them
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| this bullshit-
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| Doctor: Yes, but yes I can imagine this rap game,
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| But that's not the point, she must be himself, can be himself,
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| you have to say what you want, what you feel, the important thing is how
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| Numi: And how? ..
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| Doctor: Make an effort, try harder, let me understand something more.
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| For example, what the hell has he been up to this summer?
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| With one foot in the pool and one on the parquet
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| They are the link between Brogan and McDeere
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| Dylan and Sherlock, Nottingham and Sherwood
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| The fury of a state, the peace of a tribe
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| The beginning of a flashback, the end of a deja-vu
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| Between the most discussed topic and the taboo
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| A scholar in a saloon
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| Cheers without my health
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| I've never let you miss a shit
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| I just made you miss your cock
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| I've never let you miss a shit
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| And you know how I did it
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| Even if you don't see me at all
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| They are the wisest, most sophisticated plug
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| Most half as different in balances as
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| Kili and books x12
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| I quit, but you are a low move
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| You are a low move
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| With her it's just sex and that's it
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| But sex alone isn't enough for me
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| I don't take drugs but I never take praise
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| I don't follow fashions but I follow the notes well
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| My friend comes to pick me up on a four-wheeler
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| I open books you close your mouth: karaoke
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| Kili and books x6
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| Fuck your necklaces
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| Look good because they look more like a collar
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| Shattered helmets that you have to stick together
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| You behave badly explains but who is it that you sell
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| You say that you grew up on the street, I study it on the street
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| That you grew up on the street and you don't seem smart to me
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| If I tell my friends they tell me don't tell
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| But I don't give the idea of my oxymoron well if I don't match.
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| Kili and books x12 |