| Planet TGK 174,
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| Listen to us in your apartment or in your car
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| Flying along the track, motherfucker,
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| Listen to us in ecstasy, or when there is a fight.
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| When those who are higher fuck up
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| You know, we scored on them,
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| Listen to us in the car, or on the streets of the city of Chile,
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| Planet TKG 174.
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| Cranes, advertising screens,
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| Red bricks, showcases, long nineteenths,
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| Look, confused, their paths are confused,
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| I don't give a fuck, I'll fuck horsemeat.
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| Volume to half, speed to half,
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| Half a whitefish, half a life, nigga
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| On the screw is half a giga,
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| I'm half a bastard, there is a satyga.
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| I'm not a traveling son, I'm sorry, mom,
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| She raised Artem, and Jahmal grew up,
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| The yards thumped, our crowd soared like in Rio,
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| Our trail gave us dreams.
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| Bridges, post dps, late
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| Stars on the water, cold air,
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| Sad, empty, but tolerable,
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| Songs to you all are serious.
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| Thoughts in the wind, the city, what are we with him,
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| Together, every day, every day we hang,
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| Wednesday, Saturday, Thursday, Friday
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| Everything is in my notebook... |