Did every sun rise as if screaming my name
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And the sunset dawned in my hair, rap and smile
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We will fight, when this color bows laugh, human life in one click
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Meet zombies and we couldn't be real
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One shot and you're guilty, life sentence
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If the grave is a black notebook pen, if it's heaven
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My writer ahde every sin
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When you come back, it's fair to you in the pages
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Always changed every cone
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Life is in the hands of licking children
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I'm a trout in the big sea
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Find me and ask me
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Who is haram and who is halal
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I'm in but you wait
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Your hopes will be carried on a stretcher by hand
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I'm at the helm
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If it's you laughing and crying it's in the role of the corrupt
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Heavy dose runs through my veins
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Oh my wound is deep, is it me I couldn't go ashore
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You didn't call and a fake friend
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Isn't there in the big sea pos
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Give me a pose, every rooster will crow in its own dump
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It's a pity, have the curtains been drawn on the efforts of these hands?
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All kinds of shouts take this rap, run away and
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Was the master amulet
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My life is waiting for the guardians of my tranquility
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Two brats outside my door take my arm and kill
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We couldn't be real
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Today, it is absurd death
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I cry and you praise the promise
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My life is waiting for the guardians of my tranquility
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Two brats outside my door take my arm and kill
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We couldn't be real
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Today, it is absurd death
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I cry and you praise the promise
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My life is waiting for the guardians of my tranquility
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Two brats outside my door take my arm and kill
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We couldn't be real
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Today, it is absurd death
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I cry and you praise the promise
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My life is waiting for the guardians of my tranquility
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Two brats outside my door take my arm and kill
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We couldn't be real
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Today, it is absurd death
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I cry and you praise the promise
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Has darkness descended on your city as if screaming my name?
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You're no use to me, we're left behind from the war
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We took a deep breath, this is not the place for children, get down!
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My foe always bowed but I was not a sodomy
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The cold wind blows, is there a profit in this business?
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Somehow it's cracked, your blood flowing through that vein is not noble
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Look, there was the speaker next to him, buried on the ground.
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It's not an instinct to protect the homeland, it's emotional exploitation
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Does it relax you? |
Does the street child sleep on the bench?
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Keyboard on your waist gangsta rob banks?
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Set the joint on fire nigga, get the pen
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Hit it on my face or get out and lose your consciousness
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Insomnia persists and I have a corrupt soul that cannot be cured
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Call the police for this noise!
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Street melody was the best you've ever heard
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In the solo there is a diss, they are not dogs, kitty kitty
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Take your arm and kill, bury the body here (Bury)
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You go to the kitty, they can't find our trace
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This No.1, This Explanation and a backlash humor
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The streets are dark, long, it is a sin to do good deeds!
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My life is waiting for the guardians of my tranquility
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Two brats outside my door take my arm and kill
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We couldn't be real
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Today, it is absurd death
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I cry and you praise the promise
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My life is waiting for the guardians of my tranquility
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Two brats outside my door take my arm and kill
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We couldn't be real
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Today, it is absurd death
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I cry and you praise the promise
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My life is waiting for the guardians of my tranquility
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Two brats outside my door take my arm and kill
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We couldn't be real
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Today, it is absurd death
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I cry and you praise the promise
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My life is waiting for the guardians of my tranquility
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Two brats outside my door take my arm and kill
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We couldn't be real
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Today, it is absurd death
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I cry and you praise the promise |