In times when everyone shines, I dress in mats
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I'm wearing a mat, bro, I'm wearing a mat
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In times when everyone shines, I dress in mats
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I'm wearing a match bro, bro
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I'm throwing muse in beta and I'm driving longer because of it
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I was about to go back, believe the city sucks me in like crack
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Got some hay loose again tuned with kush
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From the daytime run, the soul is knocked off its feet like a right hook
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It masks a pile of mats from the tires to the roof
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As in the darkest dreams, I don't want the varnish to shine
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Rap does not bring losses and luck continues to favor
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I hit the bull's-eye, I turn the verses into paper
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Overloaded strings never play half-heartedly
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Not like a showman who always dreamed of shining
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Intentions in music are always pure as crystal
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No scandals for publicity effective shot from the silencer
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I have a separate bed for my own river (Warta)
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The rest is sewage dirtying the decks to the edges of the stage
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Kidneys just look at the words stick to the perk
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Pure matt without polishing like first-hand goods
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In times when everyone shines, I dress in mats |
I'm wearing a mat, bro, I'm wearing a mat
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In times when everyone shines, I dress in mats
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I'm wearing a mat bro
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In times when everyone shines, I dress in mats
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I'm wearing a mat, bro, I'm wearing a mat
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In times when everyone shines, I dress in mats
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I'm wearing my mother, BOR
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Jea, open your head and listen to jagu
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You must choose wisely because your life is full of dilemmas
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There are many topics for numbers, always avoid schemes
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It's not about to shine, but to constantly increase your status
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How many homies have already lost the sparkle in their eyes
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The melange color has caught up with more than one of them
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Today everyone is shining, the internet stinks of migra to me
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They're average, I don't know how it happened
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If there are other universes, may they make more sense than this one
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I never blindly believe in dogma, no matter if it's Christianity or Zen
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Whether it is reality or a dream, they have their methods
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Dirty rags clean the presidential tables to a high gloss
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I don't care who rules the world
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It is important to overcome the mental crater |
Lately I don't even have time to fight against time
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On the chessboard of life, each king meets checkmate
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In times when everyone shines, I dress in mats
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I'm wearing a mat, bro, I'm wearing a mat
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In times when everyone shines, I dress in mats
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I'm wearing a match bro, bro
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In times when everyone shines, I dress in mats
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I'm wearing a mat, bro, I'm wearing a mat
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In times when everyone shines, I dress in mats
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I'm wearing a mat bro
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From head to toe dressed in rap not in their false modesty
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Today I feel like Buffalo Bill because se rap is said to have taken over
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I haven't changed colors since the first moment, I have one team like Stockton
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And like Mr. Orłoś, I stick hard to the false message
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I appreciate fate's generosity even though it can be a bitch
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Those who write down the guilty register can smack their tails
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Not from those who muddy the waters, who will sell khat to their countrymen
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I'm still swimming upstream, I know that I'm not allowed to slow down, bro
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Dressed from head to toe in rap, not a trite truism
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I get lost in letters during the day, at night I stick my thoughts into the ceiling
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Poisoned pure mind by the color of purple tempts |
Here, each of my people, like Ulysse, wants to travel
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And the shuras burn in the hands like the mountains and forests burn
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It storms the motley facades with a voice worn out like sneakers
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He will score aces of a few bastards of slow cascades
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With us, those who stood like this stand against the masquerade
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In times when everyone shines, I dress in mats
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I'm wearing a mat, bro, I'm wearing a mat
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In times when everyone shines, I dress in mats
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I'm wearing a match bro, bro
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In times when everyone shines, I dress in mats
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I'm wearing a mat, bro, I'm wearing a mat
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In times when everyone shines, I dress in mats
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I'm wearing a mat bro |