Choose a stage or a street
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Either the spotlights or the white time at the tip of my gun
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I appear on posters if I don't have a mask on my face
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Either I die like a bandit or I throw money on death (ya, ya, ya)
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It's in my hands, I have a word to go home without success (ya, ya, ya)
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My promise to all my brothers, my word
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That's the thing, even if my hands are tied, I'll figure it out somehow
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There's no escape from this, hustle until the morning
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I do not want to work
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Because my body is calling out to me, "you should live a better life!" |
(either)
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Work in the evening, empty at night, uh to the officers, run that way
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Porsche in my dream door
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I crochet my past (yeah)
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My friends are in the stars it's like congress in the sky (yeah)
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I spilled my syrup on Bombay (ya)
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The street silence fell all over me (ya, ya)
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Drawer is the shore, but pay this bourgeoisie (ya, ya)
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In my head, I promise no going back to my family (ya, ya)
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My promise (promise) to my sisters
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That's the thing, even if my hands are tied, I'll figure it out somehow
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I'm counting casualties, it's like counting sheep (ya, ya)
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There is no more or less in my memorization (ya, ya) |
Counting the dead like counting the clouds (ya, ya)
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All the bourgeois that I follow in my eyes (ya, ya)
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Cause someone's death (ya)
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The sky shines in honor of the streets! |
(ya)
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I've got a word, to someone who has a word, (ya, ya)
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Hold your breath, now dive deeper (more, deeper)
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It's in my hands, I have a promise to return home without success (ya, ya)
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My promise to all my brothers, my word
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That's the thing, even if my hands are tied, I'll figure it out somehow
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There is no way out, we entered this war on purpose again
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I can't get rid of the one who is after me, this boy will reach his dreams
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If the decision has been made above, you can reach the conclusion directly.
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But even if your hands don't turn up, you will stay empty once.
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Dad, what speed is this? |
(brrr)
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I can downshift and catch up with what's in front of me
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Suspicious person, passers-by may enter his house through the chimney.
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Girl to the streets, don't forget, each one finds paradise in lead
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Maybe you can't go home
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It's in my hands, I have a promise to return home without success (ya, ya)
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My promise to all my brothers, my word
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That's the thing, even if my hands are tied, I'll figure it out somehow |