| 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
|
| The bodies have absorbed liters, leave ...
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| Me!!!
|
| Filter sensations. |
| you are the attraction of the hydra
|
| You are the ultimate canister, but I will drink to the bottom ... |