Yeah, night lamps, neon lights, parking lots, cars
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Cash counts in them, but they are not watermelons
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But also to the casino for chips
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Black night like our pens
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Don't be dense here if you don't want to have aerobics
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Don't be, don't rush, because boys will come in Halloween masks
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Yeah, I'm riding 16s while the 18s are being stolen
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Young 16-year-olds steal, fart, then fall at 18
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I stopped smoking and drinking at 16
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Stopped falling, I was younger than you
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But he stayed on the streets at night only in a black Benz
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With whom I liked her ass and with those whose live night
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With those who have black Jeeps — the power
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With those who have nothing but stories because they have lived enough
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Well, even with those who play games and play and eat Cheerios
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Also with those, and with those, and with those
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And peach Ice Tea and cigarettes, coffee on the pump
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And he's blowing it on his ass just to make it through the night, nothing
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No dewy grass, no butterflies
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Only for ten grass and after that butterflies in the stomach
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Or a steel bow tie behind the belt
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Night, prayers, silence, peace, peace and bruises
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The clock ticks quietly
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Under the stars, yeah
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I live like a ghost, yeah, yeah
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From hand to hand, yeah, yeah
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The money sucks, yeah, yeah
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It is the way it is
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I live like a ghost, yeah, yeah
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From hand to hand, yeah, yeah
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The money sucks, yeah, yeah
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It's just the way it is.
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I live like a ghost, yeah, yeah
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From hand to hand, yeah, yeah
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The money sucks, yeah, yeah
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It is the way it is
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I live like a ghost, yeah, yeah
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From hand to hand, yeah, yeah
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The money sucks, yeah, yeah
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It is the way it is, yeah
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Jou, under the starlight, dark places, broken roads
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I'm there too
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It was at this moment that someone disturbed the gecko, his thing
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He can rush to the end, the Romany goes for the lions, (jou)
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Midnight gone, throw away the honor, turn on the sex, turn on the jazz
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, where are we today? |
VSŽ, USS, zebra cash
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As much as you want, as much as you can bear
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Run away, eyes in the dark, black dog
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Increases heart rate, more stress, Budapest, bypass through
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You flinch, shingles, (you)
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The more you know, the more you want
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When you can be healed, you screw it up
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Terror Squad, TS, Beats Dre on my ears, a story under the stars
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They perish there like a T-Rex
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I'm Sitting in the Back, Mercedes, Album Ego — Precedent
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Rolex gang, glare chain
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Yeah, yeah
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I live like a ghost, yeah, yeah
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From hand to hand, yeah, yeah
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The money sucks, yeah, yeah
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It is the way it is
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I live like a ghost, yeah, yeah
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From hand to hand, yeah, yeah
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The money sucks, yeah, yeah
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It's just the way it is.
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I live like a ghost, yeah, yeah
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From hand to hand, yeah, yeah
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The money sucks, yeah, yeah
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It is the way it is
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I live like a ghost, yeah, yeah
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From hand to hand, yeah, yeah
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The money sucks, yeah, yeah
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It is the way it is, yeah |