Flashback
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Smeezy boy
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Ah!
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This is a hymn to Innocence (if)
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The true story of a boy on a moped without a helmet and without a benza (ah)
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Outside the classroom more than inside
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You want to be the only one among these masses to make sense
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And I made too many glues
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In eighteen to jolle
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Already from 8 crazy smokin' sessions
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And when I think about the bangs I had now, I laugh
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Crazy fights for girls in the same circle
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When someone fell in love, we made fun of him (father)
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In the evening we played PES, placed on the sofa
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We'd go home, straight to your room and fuck your ass
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Those who had it feared their father more than the chaff
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Perfume on the hands and eye drops in the eyes
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Running around without money, but at the time, you don't give a damn
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The first time, it was good for her
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"Jack, won't you come back where you are tonight?"
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(Look if I slam for school, bro, I'm going out)
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And you wait for her who doesn't call back and in the meantime you die
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The first few days break hearts, they are breakers
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You seek peace in the alleys by car, with your head out
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Throw your senses down (down)
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Then the after day, when you wake up you don't think about it anymore |
And you think it's always you, with the world at your feet (if)
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And above this blue sky is where you sit (go)
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Fuck your problems
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You can't change me, this is me
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Fuck everyone, the world is mine alone
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I light this cannon and then I don't think about anything anymore
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There is only the present in front of me
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You can't change me, this is me
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Fuck everyone, the world is mine alone
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I light this cannon and then I don't think about anything anymore
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There is only the present in front of me
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This is Yoshi, you know
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I go back and every day today is like yesterday
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Too many desires are never enough for you, what you have and hope for
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You see, the truth is that I design my reality
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My universe is made just my way
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Leaving footprints in the sand as you pass
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The wind does not erase, a message remains
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A wild painting, collage
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Of my friends under the days in which you bless life or curse it
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I won the chronic lottery
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In fifth grade, an album in the charts
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Clearly they come down to you with or without maturity
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The company does not give me the diploma |
No high school diploma, two months later I already had two clubs
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We study on false books, blah blah blah
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The road has raised me and it remains my reality
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I remain nailed against the Ku Kluz Klan
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My Basquiat art
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Mix with jazz underwood
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Hip-Hop soldier, I'm already
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Thousands of miles from the truth
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That the newscast gives you
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Unexploded mines remain, they are posers
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No tics, just sorry excuses
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Bonsai, I isolate my art in verses
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You understand me, we grew up with the same stories, you know
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You can't change me, this is me
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Fuck everyone, the world is mine alone
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I light this cannon and then I don't think about anything anymore
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There is only the present in front of me
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You can't change me, this is me
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Fuck everyone, the world is mine alone
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I light this cannon and then I don't think about anything anymore
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There is only the present in front of me |