| Intro:
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| Fast life! |
| Fast life!
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| Chorus:
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| New filks in a shovel are old filks in a square!
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| I don't even know what I love more: raising or spending.
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| Fast life! |
| I am lying in bed after the performance with the joint;
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| I have my own rhythm of life, which the Creator breathed into me!
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| But-but-new filks in a shovel are old filks in a square!
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| I don't even know what I love more: raising or spending.
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| Fast life!
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| I am lying in bed after the performance with the joint.
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| I have my own rhythm of life, which the Creator breathed into me!
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| Verse 1:
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| How much do we have left?
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| We're wasting time anyhow!
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| Like in Chile, at the studio we squander macau, glass after glass.
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| With a sense of proportion is tight.
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| We don't have enough all the time.
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| It is necessary to hasle with clenched teeth, time is measured in cash.
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| I don't want to vegetate on the sidelines of life!
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| I am preoccupied with life.
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| All they want is!
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| They want, but they can!
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| In short, I piss them off.
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| They just spit.
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| Just splash their slime
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| While the gang and I are hustling through the mountains, they won't get used to this idea!
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| How much more did they measure?
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| No maza to sit out in the tower!
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| Everything that we would not want will soon become available!
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| With new faces - only on business.
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| There should be no fakes among them.
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| I don’t save new numbers in the tube, like the numbers of girls for students!
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| Chorus:
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| New filks in a shovel are old filks in a square!
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| I don't even know what I love more: raising or spending.
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| Fast life!
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| I am lying in bed after the performance with the joint.
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| I have my own rhythm of life, which the Creator breathed into me!
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| New filks in a shovel are old filks in a square!
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| I don't even know what I love more: raising or spending.
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| Fast life! |
| I am lying in bed after the performance with the joint.
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| I have my own rhythm of life, which the Creator breathed into me!
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| Verse 2:
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| For many, this is a mixed bag.
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| And we are moving home.
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| All youth throws a minus!
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| Picks in the draft are the top division!
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| We have spawned many MCs, but we will outlive them!
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| Our shit is appreciated on recordings, appreciated live!
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| I am often changed, but I am not weighed down by this!
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| We are all the same as ..., only.
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| Chorus:
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| New filks in a shovel are old filks in a square!
|
| I don't even know what I love more: raising or spending.
|
| Fast life! |
| I am lying in bed after the performance with the joint.
|
| I have my own rhythm of life, which the Creator breathed into me!
|
| New filks in a shovel are old filks in a square!
|
| I don't even know what I love more: raising or spending.
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| Fast life! |
| Fast life!
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| Fast life! |