| My voice illuminates your inspiration
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| Come on, open the pages, I'm your temptation
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| My voice illuminates your inspiration
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| Hold on to the pen and put your hands in action
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| My voice illuminates your inspiration
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| Get close to the microphone and do it, sweetheart
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| My voice illuminates your inspiration
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| The ink ran, but you fulfill your mission
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| I know what happens to you
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| That you have something inside that burns you, like embers
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| Will it be anger? |
| Will it be fluff? |
| Will it be resentment? |
| (Will be)
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| Could it be that you lack love
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| Some volume of Freud defines fixation
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| And I'm not talking about my hair gel, pussycat
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| My voice illuminates your inspiration
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| The ink of your ink of your pen gives me another song
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| My naked body (what a promotion!)
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| Get angry, but rub yourself in your room
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| Pinch your nipple listening to this bastard
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| Bring out your rage, hate me, let the show begin
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| I know I never paid attention to you, will I be a fagot? |
| (Yes Yes)
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| It's just that I didn't know you existed, calm down, it's over
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| Enjoy me, rap me, finally you know what
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| Your poems may touch my skin
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| Have you ever been told how fine your voice is?
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| How beautiful are your words on a loudspeaker?
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| From a computer connected to a server (hacker)
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| And it is that you will never be in the English Court
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| You are my true, real, authentic street cat. Does it itch?
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| Tell me what you do not understand? |
| Daddy explains it to you
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| I like it when you sulk 'cause it splashes on me
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| Be good and Santa will bring you something delicious
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| Tell me it's not love (mmm… mmm)
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| Or that you are not for the work, bittersweet is your taste
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| And if I eat you, you cause me an ulcer
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| I give you burning because your body does not know how to assimilate me
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| Being from the street, how much do you know about this life?
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| Your known innocence motivates me to keep you alive
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| Would you like to be my diva? |
| I give you my poetry
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| You, princess for a day, feel reciprocated
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| My voice illuminates your inspiration
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| Come on, open the pages, I'm your temptation
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| My voice illuminates your inspiration
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| Hold on to the pen and put your hands in action
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| My voice illuminates your inspiration
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| Get close to the microphone and do it, sweetheart
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| My voice illuminates your inspiration
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| The ink ran, but you fulfill your mission
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| Feel my breath, Norykko I am
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| Bitches look at me curious wherever I go
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| Come closer and look at me, inhale my perfume
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| Feel how the rhythm of my heartbeat consumes you
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| Defend your corner, get your teeth out
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| You lack a certain charm that conquers customers
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| You are afraid that this mosquito will take them away
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| Because just like you, they are excited
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| But you will never recognize
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| In front of your people it is better to hide
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| It is not going to be that your puppies are going to judge you
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| For showing us her tits and letting you caress (Ay)
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| Calm down baby, if there is no reason to fight
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| You stay the calimocho, I prefer champagne
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| And you will continue to be the princess of your park
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| Because pop covers are not for truckers
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| Your Hip-Hop is real, like a husband who hits you
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| Well, rather than with others, he prefers to see you dead
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| Deep down, that role of a faithful bitch suits you
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| Success puts me and I compare for pleasure
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| You muddy sneakers, me stilettos
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| You from the street and I just got out of the bubble
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| When I wake up every morning I feel divine
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| Because at night I feed well on vitamins
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| It is true that my people have kept me between the blankets
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| And you must be surrounded by blanket people
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| I don't understand how in so much time you make so little progress
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| My thing was to arrive and kiss Santa
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| Yes, kiss me baby, you do make me hot
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| I know how to open my legs, but also my mind
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| Look how easy it is to handle those who are moved by anger
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| But deep down they masturbate to this sixty-nine
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| My voice illuminates your inspiration
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| Come on, open the pages, I'm your temptation
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| My voice illuminates your inspiration
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| Hold on to the pen and put your hands in action
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| My voice illuminates your inspiration
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| Get close to the microphone and do it, sweetheart
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| My voice illuminates your inspiration
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| The ink ran, but you fulfill your mission
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| Don't worry more charm
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| I'll sell out, you don't know how much
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| Learn and don't protest so much
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| Don't worry more charm (don't worry)
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| I'll sell out, you don't know how much
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| Learn and don't protest so much
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| Don't worry little pup
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| Yes I know that you are a charm
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| that there is nothing wrong
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| I'm going to sell myself and I'm going to buy you, tell me how much
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| learn my dear
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| If you are offended, it hurts me, I love you so much
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| If you don't know, learn
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| Don't worry little pup
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| Yes I know that you are a charm
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| that there is nothing wrong
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| I'm going to sell myself and I'm going to buy you, tell me how much
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| learn my dear
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| If you are offended, it hurts me, I love you so much
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| And no one understands you...
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| Enjoy me, rap me because you know that
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| I'm going to use you and even if I warn you, it will work out
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| Stop stealing the letters MM and other websites, please! |