| I'm bored now, time is slow
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| Forget Kerem Aslı, my heart doesn't need love
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| Come to love if I enjoy this dizzying
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| My name is Esen.
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| Everyone can't stand my wind, says "enough"
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| Every mountain with a smoky head leaves you while enchanting me
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| Let their gestures dry, let their pen be filled with blood
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| Let the author recklessly shoot himself, get a goal
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| Dry yourself. |
| A man who can't be a man
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| Praise be to my Lord, who did not make the enemy victorious over me.
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| Let him shoot his gun, my rap be in denial
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| Let the Lord be my compass at the crossroads
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| I'm going to break my tooth, someone should know his place
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| Let perfume hide their dirty souls
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| Contribute to the bra, hide the truth
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| Fake it, make every red eye tinkle
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| And may every blushing face be rewarded
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| Let the barrel drink the bullet, you have sex on me
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| Cut the heart, the crowd of people overflowing
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| Carefully cleaning hard speech surfaces
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| The human instinct that makes the evil eye owners moan
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| But every delicate person appointed to the cruel traitor
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| Give me a tobacco
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| Tribin that cuts plugs for females
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| The tribune is smoking on top of it.
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| Happiness died starved defeated
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| The marks of destruction on his face are known.
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| My tongue is wasted, what I'm talking about is agate
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| Available to everyone
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| Everyone has an owner, ask him, don't get stuck
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| If you don't know, you know Halik
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| This is a real slice, it's very simple
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| That's what I am, my soul is a mujahideen
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| Happiness died starved defeated
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| The marks of destruction on his face are known.
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| My tongue is wasted, what I'm talking about is agate
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| Available to everyone
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| Everyone has an owner, ask him, don't get stuck
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| If you don't know, you know Halik
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| This is a real slice, it's very simple
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| That's what I am, my soul is a mujahideen
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| (Sago gas)
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| Goose wells, bul mine
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| Write your civilized human condition on the body of the paper
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| Whatever the reason, the shroud of the problem awaits in your brain.
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| The pain in your heart goes away with a smile
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| You must find your passion
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| You should wear your crown, water your tree
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| You gotta tie your laces, you gotta hit the road
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| Do not be deceived by the devil's provocations
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| Shout out to the guardian of will, command!
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| Destroy the strange power in your mind!
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| Your wealth is priceless destiny (yo)
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| Longing is bitterness with honey added to it.
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| It's a matter of meeting
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| My door is wide open, my soul is the mihman that reaches the sky
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| It's a blunder
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| He who knows much is mistaken, the one who eats shit brays
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| A full person gets hungry, creates a juggler
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| The sauce I pour on my words sticks in your ear
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| you're gonna sneeze!
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| When the time comes, show your teeth to the demon
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| The event will eventually be resolved, the fog of the past will leave its mark on today
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| Hide will be buried, swim in the sea of feeling!
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| Go down when appropriate!
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| Someone deserves, someone is devastated
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| Someone ruins the days
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| Crush, late gloom!
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| Happiness died starved defeated
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| The marks of destruction on his face are known.
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| My tongue is wasted, what I'm talking about is agate
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| Available to everyone
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| Everyone has an owner, ask him, don't get stuck
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| If you don't know, you know Halik
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| This is a real slice, it's very simple
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| That's what I am, my soul is a mujahideen
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| Happiness died starved defeated
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| The marks of destruction on his face are known.
|
| My tongue is wasted, what I'm talking about is agate
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| Available to everyone
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| Everyone has an owner, ask him, don't get stuck
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| If you don't know, you know Halik
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| This is a real slice, it's very simple
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| That's what I am, my soul is a mujahideen
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| yeah
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| My name is Sagopa Kajmer
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| His name is Cholera
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| This is Melancholia
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| Two, double zero, seven cousins
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| yeah
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| Something that tells us both, this thing
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| Hip Hop
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| rap
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| Do-re-mi-fa-sol-la
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| Si-do-re-mi-fa
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| Fa-la-sol-la
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| Mi-mi-la-left
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| Do-re-mi-fa-sol-la (fa-sol-la) |