| I'm twenty and everyone wants to kill me
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| My friends want to push me over the edge
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| My old folks want me to stop dreaming
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| And at work they want me to put out the flame
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| I look in the mirror and I look exactly what I am
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| Sorry if it's weight
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| If I give you some weight
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| If I give rap a little weight
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| Weight stories
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| You have bated breath first
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| Then you gain weight
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| I never depended on mine
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| I have always defended myself
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| Goods by weight
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| Not to end up hanging
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| Euro, Yen or Pesos
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| The situation is weight
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| Weight
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| How much more weight can you swallow?
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| I go down the street fast
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| Better than staying at home (weight)
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| I go to the pitches in via Ovada
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| Smell of cut grass
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| We are all 20 years old
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| Guys even better than the guys in the center
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| Without doors to an honest business, we are left with only a business
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| From an idea that has taken shape
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| Who does it, Kilo Kal fra 'pesoforma
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| Friar complains every day, but he comes back
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| Quantity, quality between weight and shape
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| I am dark and Arab-looking
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| You are a colorful Haribo bear
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| The cage if you are careless or greedy
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| I don't piss out of the jar, here I dress
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| I go out, I go to the square
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| I show how the EXPO on the square
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| Heritage like Unesco
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| Safeguard
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| Lying in the sun
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| Cold body
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| Salamandra (Who saves him?)
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| All doctors my clique
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| I don't have a crew
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| But a team (G)
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| Withdraw cash without pin
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| Only with sex appeal
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| I am so much in the Audi
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| Which is as if the Audi is now my office
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| And around they call me Einaudi
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| Since I've been in Audi to write a book
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| And my mother shouting: "It's unheard of!"
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| Because she found the battened stuff
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| I told her: «Come on mom, don't make a fuss about it
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| If I took the job home! "
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| Sorry if it's weight
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| If I give you some weight
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| If I give rap a little weight
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| Weight stories
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| You have bated breath first
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| Then you gain weight
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| I never depended on mine
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| I have always defended myself
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| Goods by weight
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| Not to end up hanging
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| Euro, Yen or Pesos
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| The situation is weight
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| Weight
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| How much more weight can you swallow?
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| Those dressed like you here, laughing stock
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| You hit yourself and make faces
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| Jim Carrey
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| We speak slang
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| So slang you don't mean it
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| With asbestos in roofs and interiors
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| My relatives stay down without water
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| And my hair stays on without hairspray
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| We are different from the guys with privileges
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| Some lost, some crazy
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| Lawless
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| I treat my body like a moped
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| That is, as if it were not mine
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| And then until the morning
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| Despite martyrdom, we lose God's way (Goodbye)
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| What do you offer me the most?
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| Maybe you have failed too? |
| (State)
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| The hypocrisy it gives me
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| Craving for smoking crack
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| I've been working in a chain for a while
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| But the chain has dropped
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| Weigh the chain
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| There is no rise or career
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| Cash a month a pittance
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| For the displeasure
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| Stone above a brazier
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| Brawl, I'm the peacemaker
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| Things to be silent about
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| Rose under the rubble
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| Risks and shocks of pleasure
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| And then weaned from the same woman
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| Good mouth but good mouth
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| All with debts between '
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| Like in school
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| All with trendy fake clothes
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| I'm in a sewer but it's our sewer
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| We are made for this sewer
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| We mock those who dream
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| We envy those who break through
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| Feeling the same shame
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| Weight
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| I am underweight
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| It's Zack Of The Rock
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| The sky is black and smells of rain
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| I'm twenty and I don't know what to invent
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| I'm twenty years old |