We do not change we are the usual
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We fly to the counter with spirits
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Rolling evenings under historical monuments
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At the bar under the arcades
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I'm just talking about rap and graffiti
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Grew up at the bar between aperitifs and half liters
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Crazy forty-year-olds from which I used time as an example, then I understood them
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Being here makes aggressive, negative flows
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You don't choose them but you live there, you live them
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So you have to stay there but with active brains
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Ready to change all goals
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If you're aiming for the opposite side, it doesn't matter how good you are
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But how willing are you to change course before the bang
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I explain it in these few rhymes but for me it is too much
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At least seen with my own eye
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Stayed closed because of me and I'm a roadblock
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Feet cemented under this dead background
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That kills those who don't notice it inside
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We do not change we are the usual
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We fly to the counter with spirits
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Rolling evenings under historical monuments
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At the bar under the arcades
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I grew up in a desert area
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But those who have been around for some time are no longer up to par
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Just speak from these parts in the past, put to war
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Twenty-four a day in the blood, I have only her
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Reigns home plate gave me the push to make me hate
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Hurting yourself on these bases is easy, RG is no business
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Ready to kill you, fake assholes I don't hear bullshit here
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And I smoke blunt like I've always done
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Don't worry, for these idiots n'ce remedy, stay in the pass
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Those who know me do not think, they know very well what I am talking about
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It is only love for those who believe in us and no one else
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It's religion, non-stop RG is my language
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From the first day in search of remedies, I want another eviction
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It will be that nothing gives me strength, I only exchange anger
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Among these high-rises, read the names Lise and Blant
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True stories, space faces, three of you of us don't make a quarter
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We do not change we are the usual
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We fly to the counter with spirits
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Rolling evenings under historical monuments
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At the bar under the arcades
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Grew up at the 10th Town Hall, in the midst of an oxymoron
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From the Madonnetta to the Infernetto, from Acilia to Casal Palocco
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I did everything I said, I took the place up high (and you know it)
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You love and hate those stories that you know by heart
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The mentality tests you, transforms the look of the little kids
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Who do it to feel up to it
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You learn things they won't tell you in school
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Consummate friendships that will reveal themselves
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You will learn to go home, to put that expression: neutral
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All right, your parents don't even know you've been through
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You keep it hidden and you are left alone right away, grow up right away
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You lose righteousness, inside a whirlwind
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Of follies, of matter, of venal
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You don't know what to become as you are about to become
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We do not change we are the usual
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We fly to the counter with spirits
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Rolling evenings under historical monuments
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At the bar under the arcades |