The book has never been closed, the credits have not disappeared
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The bodies have absorbed liters, leave ...
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Me!!!
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Filter sensations. |
you are the attraction of the hydra
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You are the ultimate canister, but I will drink to the bottom ...
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Verse 1 (May Wave$):
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The former baby has a tattoo
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When making love she remembers Wave$'a
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This is the logic of melodies, not Basic Instincts
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We're just lucky
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To be not like everyone else
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Same shit!
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Under their shine crimson rotten world
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Where is life?
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Strikes, everything you can in a backpack
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Music is not a slug
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Air. |
All I need
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And Flora from the suspended
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states
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I melt from you by a centimeter
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The heart melts, floats in the eyes, like a magnet to the baby, (woo, woo, woo!)
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It got better, but it didn't disappear
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Even amnesia did not justify itself
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Flowers will not grow under their rule
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Know I'll be alone
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Chorus (O.T.):
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The book has never been closed, the credits have not disappeared
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The bodies have absorbed liters, leave ...
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Me!!!
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Filter sensations. |
you are the attraction of the hydra
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You are the ultimate canister, but I will drink to the bottom ...
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Verse 2 (Out of myself):
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These pills won't save our love
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But I again interfere with the powder in the glass
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Her body is on fire and I extinguish it with wine
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With closed eyes we fly through a traffic light
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And we walk in TSUM, I call Uber
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I'm a child of the streets, the bitch licks her lips
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3 carat bills fly up in the tooth
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I aim at the first number, I play a shooter
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This baby is on my knees
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Hundreds of the same, but I don't believe them
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Drain immediately saving time
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Bitches are an infection, climb into my heart
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Verse 3 (Rari):
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All my people know what sticks are (why-why!)
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I'm flying down the track like a Speedy racer (why-why!)
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Every day is like a Formula 1 race
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These clowns use my last year's style
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I'm number one in the draft with me my team
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I'm a street celebrity from H&M to goyrda
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One heart for two, I'm not talking about love
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Molly Molly Molly, I throw in alcohol
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I mix weed with Coca-Cola
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A bitch walks around my hut naked
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Twerk on cock with fat ass
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And I don't need a reason to fuck her again
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Chorus (O.T.):
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The book has never been closed, the credits have not disappeared
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The bodies have absorbed liters, leave ...
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Me!!!
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Filter sensations. |
you are the attraction of the hydra
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You are the ultimate canister, but I will drink to the bottom ... |