Maybe I'm crazy maybe I found my trouble
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My head is already as messy as my room
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Do I have to shut up?
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Sometimes I'm a sea, sometimes a sea
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The shade of the pink lie is gone, I can't believe it
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Look, they're worried, but they don't see
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Always chasing my gap bastard, watching me
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I'm not from you, not from any of you!
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Thorny roads and mines all the time
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And if you don't speak what you know, it doesn't count as Rap
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It is the discourse of ignorant women: "I don't know, my lord will understand."
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It's been five years since I said "What does the gangster organization understand, from faith"
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My sentences live my son
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He drove a tank on my people, son of cheddar
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Bro you're back, as if I had a trumpet in my hand?
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This rocket is Hip-Hop!
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There'll be enemies in every city, cro lad
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If someone has a problem they have a problem with me
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TV; |
it was ignorant knowledge, it was the lullaby of the people who wanted to be put to sleep
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I want the concrete to collapse in your mind
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No child is born sinful, don't be racist!
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Maybe I'm crazy maybe I found my trouble
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My head is already as messy as my room
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Do I have to shut up?
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Sometimes I'm a sea, sometimes a sea
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The shade of the pink lie is gone, I can't believe it
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Look, they're worried, but they don't see
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What beautiful dreams were hopes they would come and turn yellow
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You used to love blue, the seas took you
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June 3 was one night I waited desperately
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My regret is that I did not congratulate you
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No old, no new, life was always hard
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Destiny doesn't even condescend to understand if you ask
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You can't escape their hands ah, it's like magic
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Pain changes shape and grows
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It doesn't matter if it's about Rap, old man don't love for no reason
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When it comes to character, you repent face to face.
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The subject is not important either; |
because equality is not free
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You try to laugh with hungry children
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Rest in peace, my late grandfather, do not be afraid
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My mood is the floor table in the village house
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In the past, Seha did not produce like this.
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'Cause I've never been as grateful as I cursed
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Maybe I'm crazy maybe I found my trouble
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My head is already as messy as my room
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Do I have to shut up?
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Sometimes I'm a sea, sometimes a sea
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The shade of the pink lie is gone, I can't believe it
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Look, they're worried, but they don't see |