Ye ye ye
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(Listen to)
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Ye, Listen, yo
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Rappers are stupid
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And always gives me the stupid look
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And I think the Roman Empire is the same as the Roman Empire
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I'm like Quest Love's drumstick — don't miss
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Blink is the cousin of death, so I don't blink
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I am for the most broke to those In a suit jacket
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It's the same damn thing because what does the article of clothing say?
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From those who choke to those who sell out
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Goes bang after bang and finally chooses God
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I celebrate Christmas, Diwali, Hanukkah and Ramadan
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Because the way I see it, all men live in the same country
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And if you ask me, everyone should speak the same language
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And not just live in the same street, but in the same house
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Being a dork has become a damn trendy thing
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I'm more my home will be your home like Ken Ring
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Ey, take also see things, honestly you are totally blind
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And thinks it's masculine to have no goddamn opinion
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I woke up yesterday, had déjà vu and everything was the same
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So I promise that Tomorrow I will live IN the present as Allah wills
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But I woke up yesterday and had déjà vu and everything was the same
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I (bought scratch card, scratched, won and bought scrap for it)
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Woke up yesterday…
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Food has become pills, and water has become alcohol
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And we only got engaged when crazy kid won idol
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Lady and man are redundant as hell
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Because we have wireless mice and test-tube babies
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People pawn their souls and break out in a cold sweat all the time
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To become a part-time employee In a telecom company
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And everyone has started talking politics in spring
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No one has an opinion, but everyone hates George
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I'm not a better soul, and it's easy to seem unhappy
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Because my average mile is not as wide as before
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At least I'm glad I'm a man, and everyone should be entitled to that
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Because the ladies have to live up to the underwear posters
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We pretend that fear doesn't breed hate
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Although Muslim is used synonymously with Taliban
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And everyone wants gold and glitter, bling and diamond wedding rings
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But all they sit with is the fear of losing things
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I woke up yesterday, had déjà vu and everything was the same
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So I promise that Tomorrow I will live IN the present as true as Brahma will let me
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But I woke up yesterday, had déjà vu and everything was the same
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I (bought scratch card, scratched, won and bought scrap for it)
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Woke up yesterday…
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Friday evening, Carl is in Oslo west
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Abdullahi is as always at Romsåsfest
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The point: is even if we are where we enjoy ourselves the most
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Are we the same deep down and want bags and sacks
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Regardless of the house of worship, it is the same thing that we pray for
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Nice house, more fluff, ladies without bras
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No one has a plan, just more complaining and watching
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That national borders are replaced by Ryan-Air and broadband
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Everyone is insane, love does not exist
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Things escalate and poof — you have a divorce
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We go to school and work and pant to earn the best
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We should think for ourselves, but shut up and read mostly
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Ringnes calls kids and asks them to come to the party
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And childhood is replaced by sexpress and text
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I used to look at laughing at that
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Until I realized that I am a part of that soul |