| I don't have Haze there plus my scale is broken
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| I've been waiting for this dog for about 2 hours
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| Makes me wait like a little kid
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| Because of Shurup bringing me bills
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| Look at my cell phone until the shit rings
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| Promise Müsteris the finest goods
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| Light Ott without Toz 1A rabbit
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| But it looks like I'm dead today
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| Find the discussion, I stand there like an idiot
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| Referring clients to guys with fucked up courses
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| Criminal Kurds from the district next door
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| My husband hasn't picked up his cell phone for days
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| What's the matter with him? |
| Maybe he's in jail
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| Got busted on the way back
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| Or was pulled off by poo from the same district
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| On the way to another source
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| I see Zivis at the meeting point and hurry off
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| Where is the driver from Maastricht
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| With a black Afghan, I haven't done a para for days
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| The chunk gets narrower
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| Wait for Zatla, no rabbit make hash clear
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| Possessing sheep like farmers palaver with edges
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| Get it payable in cash or I'll beat your father
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| Screw it, I'll make myself strong
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| Kickdown towards Amsterdam
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| Tell me which one of you Kirros has rabbit for me now?
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| I need peace or grass am at the beginning of the crisis
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| Call my supplier every 5 minutes
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| My boys turn the wheel and put pressure on life
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| Because they see how gradually the customers are missing
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| Tinkering in a 500 SL Benz, a tactic
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| And just feel my existence sinking down the drain
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| I ordered the fitted kitchen yesterday
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| Because I miss chunks, I break out in a sweat
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| SMS terror from my Nokia Sirocco
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| When can I finally get a big package of Ott from you?
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| Calls from Mobishtaris
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| Meet me with my source in the Lorinser Jeep
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| War for coal grad peace or black afghan
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| The goods are delivered to the black market in a trolley in matt black
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| Away from headfucking in a golden age
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| Packs distributed in Bobinn, son of a bitch
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| Make contacts, I'm helpless need weed
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| Meanwhile, the dirty detectives are on the hunt
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| Where is the grave for us?
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| Not young again I've been waiting for the fucking delivery for days
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| Looking for weed sellers
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| The powder consists almost entirely of male hemp with herbs
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| I've been persecuted for life, colleagues call me
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| And ask if we can see each other in Bonn
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| Because nobody has Haze anymore, wait a minute
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| Fat crash, worst heart attack status
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| Fuck standard sumi such afghan am busy
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| Because I'm checking my phone book
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| Who makes what clear? |
| Nothing seems to be resolved
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| Overwhelmed with misery again
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| Cops wave us out on the return trip
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| Luckily I didn't find anything because I don't even have a piece |