Everyone is free to live whatever they want
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We're turning at night, my top is full
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Baby, I can't pick up the phone, it's sad
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My head doesn't want to work properly
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Everyone is free to live whatever they want
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We're turning at night, my top is full
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Baby, I can't pick up the phone, it's sad
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My head doesn't want to work properly
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Nothing for you, my pee came
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If we do it, will it be cut off that my enthusiasm?
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I don't fuck with your generation like this
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Alcohol hike, it's come, stream not decrease
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My name is «Can Bozok» in the ID, 11 in the eyes
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You can't compare me, no one listens to me
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My cut hair is like shit but I have a hat
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My last words are shotgun right in your head
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Did his concert explode? |
I'm drawn like a wave
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I got mind wave, nigga here we chill
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Oh, if we fall for the munchies
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We eat the bitch next to it between bread
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God forbid or not?
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Tribi, you read closely, my dear, the back of my hand
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What is this black man, or is it your bazaar?
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This man can only fuck the cradle notch
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Everyone is free to live whatever they want
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We're turning at night, my top is full
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Baby, I can't pick up the phone, it's sad
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My head doesn't want to work properly
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Everyone is free to live whatever they want
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We're turning at night, my top is full
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Baby, I can't pick up the phone, it's sad
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My head doesn't want to work properly
|
Everyone is free to live whatever they want
|
We're turning at night, my top is full
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Baby, I can't pick up the phone, it's sad
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My head doesn't want to work properly
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Everyone is free to live whatever they want
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We're turning at night, my top is full
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Baby, I can't pick up the phone, it's sad
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My head doesn't want to work properly |