He calls himself Bey, his name is Ökkeş.
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It doesn't know its equal, it's always free
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Look at your life, you pretty brother
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Come on, it's too much for you
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No more don't throw away
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wagon bird scissors
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That money is not enough even for you
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Don't hide it, it won't look at you
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Even the drum is equal
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Or you're left on your own
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Look at that costume
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Did he find the pot lid?
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Did the long short break the synthesis?
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It's broken
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short hair skin to skin
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While there is no photoshop in the type boat
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A mannequin to find
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At one shot everyone is uniform
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No, this balance will not be disturbed anymore
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It's okay if you know your balance
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Don't put yourself on a five to one
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Be you, don't hold on to lies
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The bitter truth will know your equivalent
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It's okay if you know your balance
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feat
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Equivalent to Equivalent
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I'm not looking for weight, height, color
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Equivalent like a drum
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We saw greens in a suitcase
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What's the weather like
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You were looking for a hole to escape
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Oh slow, soft
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An app hasn't come out yet, you're in Paris
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It's like hanging out, but in Marmaris
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A cheddar and buttermilk in your hand
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He thinks everyone admires him
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He lives, every day is a feast for him
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Didn't you say that your eyes are black, you also made a shape
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The craziest thing you'll ever see
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The girls you turn to
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You know me
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let's talk don't be silent
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click click click click
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buttons like Erkan Can
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We opened, we scattered
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scattered sentences
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Don't look at me, don't mind
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We're hanging out with Oğuzhan, understand
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his head passes over time |