What a hell, I'm Olson, I like to drink
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Rabbit teeth, sick vibe - a telltale sign
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Lettuce is never enough, so I have padre
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Besides, they want to shut us down like mines
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I have my own coat, it's distance like Tony Stark, hey
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Which time am I going to the unknown like Star Trek?
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You take a shot at me, bad luck like a cartel
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Every day I have a descent, the scenes were composed by Dante
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Condemned to rap, as the Polish language is an assimilationist
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They say life like chess, I would like the whole plaid
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It's not even scary anymore
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What scares me more is that the backyards have been eaten by apps
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I do it this way, and it's hard if I fail here
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I have a cold faucet in case the soda blows
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And a thick neck, but it won't grow a beetroot
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That is the plan, learn for yourself, polybude
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When they were lucky, I missed the stations
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Long time dad is dead, but a guy was born for it
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As the fucking fire is burning, so I am burning behind Majka
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That night I promised to prove that I can
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At that time, I did not understand that I would understand what is
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If you love something with all your heart, say it out loud
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You feel like a fish in water, but only salt water
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I'm just drowning, just getting wet, homie, your health
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(It's like a shot in my head)
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I will prove to you
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If you didn't believe it, look
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I suffered a few losses
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Then I buried my regret
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Now it will bury you as well
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Well, because I found the vibe
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It's like a shot in my head
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When you break the vibe I wrap up from here like a passman
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It finds its high when I enter its lanes
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We fly across the country, every homie has his belt here
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LV logo on the neck because we hang you on the straps
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BORON. |
- we have our own microclimate
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Life, rap and a bit of interest
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This is where stress for your peace of mind is killing myself
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A young tracksuit buys a changing pad for the last money
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This stage is behind me, and I will offend you more than once
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Between writing and working, my little son waited until I was broken
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Then I found the vibe and fucked up the whole market
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Today I use car seats but in a new one, in a limousine
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Rather not alcohol, more workaholism
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Very screwed up and I can't slow down
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These are the patron scenes, not the slave industry
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I love my city, I salute my blocks
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It's like a shot in my head
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I will prove to you
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If you didn't believe it, look
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I suffered a few losses
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Then I buried my regret
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Now it will bury you as well
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Well, because I found the vibe
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It's like a shot in my head
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It's like a shot in my head
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I will prove to you
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If you didn't believe it, look
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I suffered a few losses
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Then I buried my regret
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Now it will bury you as well
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Well, because I found the vibe
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It's like a shot in my head |