| I with ice in my heart that, no
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| It won't melt even if I hook up the Montgomery
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| I was standing in the middle of the street, recovery (hey)
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| Mo stares at you in silence, you are beautiful, damned
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| And live in black and white, Wednesday
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| You saw me baby (hey), when I was still failing (yah)
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| Now when you listen to me from Spoti 'or live
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| You think: "This is America" as Gambino (Gambino)
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| My life weighs you (weighs), even if you don't say it (no)
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| Sometimes an accent makes a difference (hey)
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| There are no principles without principles (yah)
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| But I have my roots
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| I would like a house in Paris (hey)
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| To go there every now and then, what do you say? |
| (hey)
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| I'm still looking for my place in the world
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| Like someone born by mistake
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| Sometimes I need it (hey)
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| Don't think about myself (hey)
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| Take a ride to hell
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| Before my ideals (yah) died of cold, hey
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| I'm with you though
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| You don't have to hurt me
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| If I am Cerberus
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| You will come with me to Hades
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| Thoughts like katanas
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| We are flowers in the tar
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| I don't know how to take care of it
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| You have nothing to say
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| I still have a lot to give
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| In the street with the ass on a vehicle that makes smoke
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| When gassed, your envy
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| Now eat my dust
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| Don't take my plans apart
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| Don't face tomorrow
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| Who propsa you, but prove a lie in your hands, ok
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| I run against a guard rail
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| I go wrong with her
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| I fall asleep at six (uuh)
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| I don't remember, but you know
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| I drank a lot
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| With the barrels in the pockets of the guards I ran away
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| Tedua, Lazza smokes and will not pass it to you
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| Your flow is a rotten apple
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| Tell us who eats it
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| You can't tear me apart
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| Pompon on my Fendi
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| You are obsessed and on Insta
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| You follow me like Tom with Jerry
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| Bitch wants my PIN to read the messages
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| If he does not believe who is in front of him
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| A film, which I live in the feat
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| I write to the PC
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| I demand positive feedback
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| Well, as long as you run first, Glimow
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| I'm with you though
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| You don't have to hurt me
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| If I am Cerberus
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| You will come with me to Hades
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| Thoughts like katanas
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| We are flowers in the tar
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| I don't know how to take care of it
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| You have nothing to say
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| I still have a lot to give |