As I breathe, my head is high!
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Check every day, this is a profession!
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I have to eat it
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Pull, pull, smoke your cigarette every day!
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I don't have a criminal license, I don't
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In the kitchen of work I wrap weed, weed
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I'm drinking and living to death
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I write my head, my pain is holding back
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My blood is freezing man if I'm sober
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If I choose to hang out with the sober wanderer
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"Bear!" |
don't tell us!
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I drink until I'm numb, if I feel like it
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You're back to jelly beans with half sugar, real cannabis
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Take your head and breathe out, Ihtan
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Breathe until you die
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While breaking through the capillaries
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Those who drink envy jealous men
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Print the pile of coins and take a risk to Rap again
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I'm addicted, clear and clear, if I can reason
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I have dead ends, but I wish I could go back!
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How does he go home? |
The map is missing!
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Pull the two strips, knock out the whale
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Ciks seri tipes take a great line
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touch the tip of the skull your mustard
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Gökhan Kasıt lives in the base station, dozens of them
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Berkarman come on sara'k Ogan kush out of nothing
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The glass is half full already
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The one who reaches the being, reaches the being
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It remains to find a wormhole and escape
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My options get narrower, so be patient
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I'm on the road like a highway rat
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It's okay, it's possible my autumn month
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After happy endings it's shit
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That's why I'm in!
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My organs that can love are bankrupt, antibodies are weak
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It forces my immune system, it's the same parasite toy dear, they just keep disappearing
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I think this virus will chip my character
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You and I are in different tones
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You are at latitude and I am at longitude.
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Worlds apart, same surnames
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What should I do if I don't buy bongs for the alternative?
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Give it to the beast inside me, wrap the weeds
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If you love and caress, I get tired with compassion
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Otherwise, I'm going to hit my head, old man, I'm not even afraid of work
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I haven't figured out the conversation yet, my shelter. |
Bring out your anger
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The avalanches pile up on me, the ambitions are discarded
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Turn crisis into opportunity
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It rings again, my ears are bad, grab the pen and write with grudge
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My soul is grass, my body is paper with a consent
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I ordered you a branch in the kitchen of work
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That's why I'm breaking my head
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As I breathe, my head is high!
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Check every day, this is a profession!
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I have to eat it
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Pull, pull, smoke your cigarette every day!
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As I breathe, my head is high!
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Check every day, this is a profession!
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I have to eat it
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Pull, pull, smoke your cigarette every day!
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Check it out, check it out
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Check, check, check
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From where? |
Ihtan
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Check it out, check it out
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Check, check, check
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From where? |
Ihtan
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yeah |