Mom and older brother have stress again
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He flies at night, because lettuce is waiting there
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He was taught by his dad to play the role of a hangman
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Now, the choice is simple - plomo o plata
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Because here, where there is no example, every day is parkour
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Spit in the mouth of your brother and have a cold blood is an asset
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He pulls boys here to make money
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Yesterday on the beater and tomorrow on the investigator
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It's that simple, make some money
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They want to run Rols, not Rajch Ford
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You're a guest here, mate, if you have money
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Brainwashed fight for power Colt
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He is greeted again by the morning cool as a warehouse in Castorama
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The door handle has fallen, he won't go back there
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He takes the knife, this guy takes the knife
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And you know that this night will be remembered by mom
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We still want a little more
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A life that's beautiful as in a song
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Tell me what is most important
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What would you cut off your hands for?
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We still want a little more
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To bravely drive the Benz
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And no longer worry about salary
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To have light life like smoke, smoke, smoke
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Like smoke, smoke, smoke
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Like smoke, smoke, smoke
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Like smoke, smoke, smoke
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Like smoke, smoke, smoke
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We still want a little more
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A life that's beautiful as in a song
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Tell me what is most important
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What would you cut off your hands for?
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We still want a little more
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To bravely drive the Benz
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And no longer worry about salary
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To have a light life
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Dad is under stress again about your little sister
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He would like to block access to the evil world
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A flash of black light illuminated her way
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She gave an example of how to fly sideways
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Socialists are spreading gossip watching from the windows
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Even the neighborhood whore winks at her
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Pony Pocket housing estate
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Don't conquer, homie, or he'll end up with a ditch
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Branded by who she hangs out with
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Everything is visible to them as soot white
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The news travels like a plague in a small town
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And even if she really wanted to, this stain cannot be erased
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There is only one step left, one step
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There is no one to clear her thoughts
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Yesterday was her seventeenth year
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Today it has gone lightly like smoke, smoke, smoke
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Like smoke, smoke, smoke
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Like smoke, smoke, smoke
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Like smoke, smoke, smoke
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Like smoke, smoke, smoke
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We still want a little more
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A life that's beautiful as in a song
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Tell me what is most important
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What would you cut off your hands for?
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We still want a little more
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To bravely drive the Benz
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And no longer worry about salary
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To have light life like smoke, smoke, smoke
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Like smoke, smoke, smoke
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Like smoke, smoke, smoke
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Like smoke, smoke, smoke
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Like smoke, smoke, smoke
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Too many wounds, many wounds in the courtyards
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They took away our hope, they took us
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Far to the gates of heaven, far to the gates of heaven
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Today there is only smoke, smoke, smoke
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Too many wounds, many wounds in the courtyards
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They took away our hope, they took us
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To heaven's gates, far to heaven's gates
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Today there is only smoke, smoke, smoke
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Smoke, smoke, smoke
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Smoke, smoke, smoke
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Smoke, smoke, smoke
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Smoke, smoke, smoke |