Like most rappers; |
formalist, reactionary, formalist
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Ço-Ço-Many's problem is not their music but their livelihood.
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Aybala does not sell her soul; |
the main thing is choice
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His order, his property, his body
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He is swinging, his eye is on the clock; |
4:20 am
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He's in a good mood from the smile on his face (ey)
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"Don't make a station." |
he says 'I'm immersed in his essence, his word
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While at the piano, Aybala;
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'dancing sheet music, dancing' sheet music
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Brush in hand, lost in colors
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It doesn't illuminate like the moonlight, without the sun...
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I can't foresee
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Where are you going?…
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Just when I say that
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He's kidnapping me...
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Kicking me at the club'
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'I'm resisting on the street'
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Dancing in the rain'…
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They say;
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"Goodbye?" |
(Wait?)
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Aybala from your tongue (does not fall)
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Aybala from your hand (does not fall)
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Heads Aybala (high)
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Ty Dolla on tape (long time)
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shaking bed (skirt)
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Come on look at your wave (go)
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Come on look at your wave (go)
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Aybala out of my head (it won't go)
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Heads Aybala (Aybala, Aybala)
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My head is an Aybala (Aybala, Aybala)
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Anxieties disappear (anxieties, anxieties, ey)
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yeah
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Aybala, Aybala, Aybala
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Unlike Magnolia (ha)
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Answers my question with a question
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I don't want it to show me its color.
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He's afraid oh
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The canvases are offended by him
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The sponge pulls it back
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Wouldn't it say "Loneliness is a gift." |
(present)
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the door of your heart is ajar
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But he can't enter, no one' is awake
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It can't be of interest... (never)
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Not the main 2-3 people
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fluffy track
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His only bad habit (single); |
stealing hearts (ah)
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Her necklace is shiny, (very strong brown)
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If he loses his head, (lights his lighter)
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Aybala burns
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Metthman walk away (hey)
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The music destroys all my problems (hey, hey)
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It is true that he passes out as he presses the keys.
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Originally, he is aware that he has chosen flies, has he blown his head to another land?
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Metthman walk away (go)
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This woman is different (different)
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It is dangerous to enter the waters where it grows
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Cold water… the current covers me
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I can't escape, I'm struggling
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Newspapers don't write it
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Clichéd badires always repeat
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If Aybala took pity on me and threw me
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I'm sure it won't hold and save it (drive on)
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Then the steering wheel turns into the abyss while driving at full throttle
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If Metth woke up in a sweat… (ah)
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You again? |
Aybala…
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I'm lost in nightmares... (Fuck that!)
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Aybala, Aybala
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Please come back to me...
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They say;
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"Goodbye?" |
(Wait?)
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Aybala from your tongue (does not fall)
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Aybala from your hand (does not fall)
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Heads Aybala (high)
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Ty Dolla on tape (long time)
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shaking bed (skirt)
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Come on look at your wave (go)
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Come on look at your wave (go)
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Aybala out of my head (it won't go)
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Heads Aybala (Aybala, Aybala)
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My head is an Aybala (Aybala, Aybala)
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Anxieties disappear (anxieties, anxieties, ey) |