| You cannot take what I have from me without my permission.
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| If you take it, I will ask you for an account.
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| While waiting for such an interrogation question,
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| What do you get out of your ugly ulterior motive?
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| This laziness is due to the quality
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| Out of place
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| If everything was going to be rosy, there wouldn't be a real test!
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| We are born randomly, we grow up, we die
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| Without scholars we would be blind now
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| Man is so created that; |
| thinks, moves, moves
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| You defend your maverick truths without question
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| You create a wrong you from wrong ideas (You)
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| You exaggerate to go astray with comfortable living
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| Pass over Istanbul, stop protecting yourself
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| I'm looking good and you've gone off the rails
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| Well done, you made a collection of hands that touch your skin!
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| You slept and leaked from that bed to this bed
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| With this mentality, you searched for love under the quilts, well done!
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| Scorpio really did harakiri in the ring of fire
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| I'm negative until I'm positive cousin
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| You think you want a man until you get a man, Romeo
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| What does he say but surrender, trapped Juliet
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| Women are sensitive and sensitive, their wishes are hidden inside
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| Remember how many Romeos brutally left when he was done?
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| It's hard to be a woman when such cruelty continues
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| While my fellow men are burning wood from rabid
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| Taksim prostitution nest, parties, wife, girl cauldron
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| Add a new baby to the collection at sunrise!
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| Hand baby, rose baby, you've come this far
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| Imagine you got kicked hard by a dog
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| You came to the night with love, you woke up a stranger in the morning
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| Know that the next day you will be told to another lady (Yeah)
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| If your aim is to deceive the woman, your mockery is a liar.
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| The stranger with the dog at the door when he's done
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| The hunter does not give in to the trap, he chases a new prey.
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| You decide: Who is the judge and who is the prosecutor in this case?!
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| The dirt of the men's hands, the woman's throat thread the rope
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| Is there such justice? |
| Cut their necks off!
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| Destroy this devil's trick-filled game quickly
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| Wake up the tired who fell asleep from yesterday
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| There is no love anymore, in this era
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| Don't say don't be fair, find it (Search, find, find, find, find)
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| Don't say that there is no love, that my heart is full of joy, what a terrible mistake! |
| (Muscle, muscle,
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| Kaswa is a muscle)
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| There is no love anymore, in this era
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| Don't say don't be fair, find it (Search, find, find, find, find)
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| Don't say that there is no love, that my heart is full of joy, what a terrible mistake! |
| (Muscle, muscle,
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| Kaswa is a muscle)
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| It's the man with the mad new styles and funky poems |