I'm crawling out of my lap from the moose
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Mine is not cheap like all those boots
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My world, house of horrors
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My world is like smelling a rose
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The contrast is on one lodge
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Chimeras in robes, demons in flames
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Want to get under my skin
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They want to narrow my mind, I won't give them anything, nonsense
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The devil's henchmen jump at you like a pesky bugger
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For what we live, many have licked the consequences
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I balance like a man on a tightrope
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Abyss beneath me, deserving of tribute
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Judgment for the pleasure, all the drugs and booze
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A trip above the clouds is also a trap at the same time
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Those nights are so crazy
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Being single is basic
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Reel on those files
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Under the influence I faded
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I'm sorry baby
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I am writing a requiem, I am under the influence
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The falls, the highs, I'll drink it all
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Even so, it won't be the way I want it to be
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We won't change the game anyway
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I play until I drop
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I zigzag everywhere, jellyfish
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My body is full of poison, like those louses
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Cities that commute by sewer
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And the demons in the head howl
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No napkins
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At school they told me I was a flower
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Now I have blossomed
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My life is not as shallow as Viewegh
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I have reserved a compartment for a ticket to the ZOO station |
Gone like a morning
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When we breakfast naked and coffee and gossip and steak (yeah)
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And like those mummies, we run to send our souls to the track
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I have thorns on my conscience, there are all burning bushes
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Keep it to yourself so they don't know
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And they won't close all the doors of heaven on me
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Fellim in his dream with Kruger sitting next to him
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He hands me a quill, says I have a bugr in my head
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There is no tougher street life than that of Elm Street
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Sometimes I can't tell if he's dreaming or not
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Maniac aka money, demons chase me in my head
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They say a lot, I won't, he wasn't always nice
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One day I live like a bohemian
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The next day I want to talk to God
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Another one is tearing us around the corner
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I laugh at her, Sasha Cohen
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Or like Borat, the boundaries must be broken
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We already know that life is a whore
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I look for that bit of good in her
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I have to kill evil Alucard
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Freedom of choice À la carte
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The avant-garde won't understand me right away
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I live in another world, Avatar
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I release demons like Pokemon every day
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People around me say «Kubo, you've been acting weird lately»
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No, I'm fine, I'm really fine
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I'm just sad, I want to cry
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I can't stop it when I see a fucking cocoon rapping |
My blood spurts, anger escapes
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I put my text on the pentagram
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It's like sex
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I plug the cord into the mic and your crew is rolling around in their arses, roaring
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I can also rap
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Black magic has always been rap
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And unfortunately the exterminator couldn't come
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Your girl has so many demons in her, she blocked the entrance
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Those nights are so crazy
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Being single is basic
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Reel on those files
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Under the influence I faded
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I'm sorry baby
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I am writing a requiem, I am under the influence
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The falls, the highs, I'll drink it all
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Even so, it won't be the way I want it to be
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We won't change the game anyway
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I play until I drop
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Even so, it won't be the way I want it to be
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We won't change the game anyway
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I play until I drop
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Even so, it won't be the way I want it to be
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We won't change the game anyway
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I play until I drop |