| On muddy mornings
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| Children wake up with songs
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| There are mornings when I face myself
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| Sometimes I don't get paid and they complete the coalition
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| The night turns to pieces
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| I had a pronunciation problem, I was a goalkeeper in the match.
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| Then he didn't stay in the game or something
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| Don't make a love song, there is someone lying in the bay
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| Look, there's no one left, lies in the end
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| Changed each trip comes empty each one
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| It is the bullet to the barrel that the winner gives
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| It's a trick that everybody knows
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| The player I came to in the day gone (no, no)
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| Don't worry, nobody is your mess
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| They're pooping lies and false stories
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| Now listen to this again, parrot
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| This shit is called 1001 night stories
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| And it's called 1001 night stories
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| Soldiers who ran out of bullets put on bayonets
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| If you take one step closer, I will really bayonet
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| And it's called 1001 night stories
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| If death is waiting for us at the close door, then life
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| You shake your life like a dice, it's a shame my pasha
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| Like the 7 differences between laughing and crying
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| Like an empty person whose head is always smoky
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| What you do is invalid, don't ask the rule of this life
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| They kiss your ballhead son if you have money here
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| Istanbul is a bit dirty, they take your kidney here
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| You run away like a cat without looking back
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| Barking is your specialty, you have made it your profession.
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| Well done old man, you learned to walk
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| We are as angry as we are silent.
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| Don't worry, we know the old man's house
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| My words are so heavy in people's eyes
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| There are some people who have deaf ears when they diss
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| Let no one shout a little with their pet raps
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| Rap isn't a fight it's music
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| And it's called 1001 night stories
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| Soldiers who ran out of bullets put on bayonets
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| If you take one step closer, I will really bayonet
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| And it's called 1001 night stories |