| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Music is oxygen for us
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| Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
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| Please allow us to swim
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| Float, float, float, float, float
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| Music is oxygen for us
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Please allow us to swim
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| I have it under the surface
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| The only one there, I will
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| I really like anything
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| Below the surface
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| If I only knew I had more lives like that
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| I take one and dedicate it all to meditating
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| Getting rid of demons is a way to motivate yourself
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| Never regret sacrificing rockets to stress
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| Did he send his friends beyond the grave, where are they?
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| Making balls in euros is a way, ay
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| I still carry the exit on my skin
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| And as long as I'm fresh, I'll give in to music
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| Fear comes, so I wash it off like makeup
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| Maybe it's too late to be a friend
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| But it's never too late to be a guy
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| On the mission again like Zorro
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| Without that mask, that's exactly the smell
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| Your verses, mm, it's childbirth
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| Look at what format I'm a teenager
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| Nobody can teach me that
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| But feel free to come here, motherfucker
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| I can guarantee that I am ready
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| But giving it like that, man, is a disease
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| I call it drilling that thing
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| The dust will come, it will leave again
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| I keep it in me like people I can't hug here anymore
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| It's the motivation to keep sailing
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| Makat now and then stop fighting
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| Music can't be taken from me
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| Maybe they believed you knew me
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| Nobody anywhere again, just me and the scent
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| He follows my steps, he knows I belong elsewhere
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| I would take her there with me, but unfortunately what is written there is no longer our book
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Music is oxygen for us
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| Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
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| Please allow us to swim
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| Float, float, float, float, float
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| Music is oxygen for us
|
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Please allow us to swim
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| I have it under the surface
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| The only one there, I will
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| I really like anything
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| Below the surface
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| There's a moment I talked about five years ago, remember?
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| I cross the border as quietly as Tesla, who one day will be
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| They didn't believe me, now look how they would like the zone
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| They exchanged views like color, I only see chameleons
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| But I don't take anyone wrong (never)
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| Every one of my lucky builders, that's clear
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| I don't perceive their existence, they are as obsolete as ICQ
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| Feel free to look for my mistakes, but it's not worth going too far because I see you
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| (I see you)
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Music is oxygen for us
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| Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
|
| Please allow us to swim
|
| Float, float, float, float, float
|
| Music is oxygen for us
|
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
|
| Please allow us to swim
|
| I have it under the surface
|
| The only one there, I will
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| I really like anything
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| Below the surface |