The same crunch, the same fuss, every day the same, but we just thought of slipping
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past now we are going
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S, s, s the same crunch, the same fuss, every day the same, the same crunch, the same fuss every
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today, we
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The same crunch, the same fuss, every day the same, but we just thought of slipping
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past now we are going
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I sink down on the subway as I travel around, line after line,
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without even owning anything
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I chew around with empty pockets 10 buckles on my nap, you know comviq buddy for
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to be able to call my bride
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The world is cold where I travel near my fall, but keep my head high,
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forget to make the soul is warm
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I step up on stage when ayla gates harder than before, with krille aki o
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the cartel best to lock your door
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We make grown men cry, bitches get wet and horny shit is like svt
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brother, that's right
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Bozen, a it quenches my thirst, I will celebrate later when big has grown
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The same crunch, the same fuss, every day the same, but we just thought of slipping
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past now we are going
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S, s, s the same crunch, the same fuss, every day the same, the same crunch, the same fuss every
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today, we
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The same crunch, the same fuss, every day the same, but we just thought of slipping
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past now we are going
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Free my guys and burn the institution to the ground, aki spit rhyme like the street
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tastes like asphalt in your mouth
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You see me mixing a bubble, huzzling in the slums, catching para from customers,
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tags to town HAFFLA, dance at the club
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Life is a party and all of us are invited, should take the opportunity and enjoy before the party
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derails and people are shot
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We'll take you back to the street rappers, back to the blaters, back to them
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dirty areas where the pound pissed in the elevator
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So I'll probably take the stairs, the high-rise barracks where we chase the thousands
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Some are in gangs and have the mark on the jackets, but you will find me among them
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the saddles with their heads in shit
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The same crunch, the same fuss, every day the same, but we just thought of slipping
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past now we are going
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S, s, s the same crunch, the same fuss, every day the same, the same crunch, the same fuss every
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today, we
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The same crunch, the same fuss, every day the same, but we just thought of slipping
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past now we are going
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The same crunch today as yesterday, knock a guy pussyn e related to an old man who
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love o cut toes
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Who among us will leave traces, the tension will rise, everyone can kill, everyone can bleed
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so they go as they go
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But duty calls the whole neighborhood want my toss zattla, be quick in hand
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chuck but never make my money slowly
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I have to beware of that pussy shot and of whore aina in blue,
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damn this life is damn gray
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But today it went pretty well, earn three or five when I get home I saw a hole
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in my door made with an ax
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Unlocks and damn, a house search, they have found the weapon and 70 grams,
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the picks come out (RIKSKNAS GRABBAR)
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The same crunch, the same fuss, every day the same, but we just thought of slipping
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past now we are going
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S, s, s the same crunch, the same fuss, every day the same, the same crunch, the same fuss every
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today, we
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The same crunch, the same fuss, every day the same, but we just thought of slipping
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past now we are going
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Trample in the concrete jungle, get locked in the cage, if you believed in us lixom
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predators
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Then look at the emergency room, he got to taste the powder, aim at the cabbage hood,
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heat sifting bullets
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Mot snitch ??? |
the tour, a thousand sold, can run but not hide among them
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recognized houses
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For a mecca, among dense become quickly seen, difficult times for hungry guys
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dressed in black
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There is no duel against cartel rebels, everyone wants to slip but not die
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Costs too much to end up in snow, stamped the cartel on the body until
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I die
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The same crunch, the same fuss, every day the same, but we just thought of slipping
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past now we are going
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S, s, s the same crunch, the same fuss, every day the same, the same crunch, the same fuss every
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today, we
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The same crunch, the same fuss, every day the same, but we just thought of slipping
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past now we are going
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Yeah, he sees in time that it tears his soul, how will this be,
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listen to the guy who describes his world
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Floats away, writes this for his way and he learns, do you see the system it works,
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the system pumps misery
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Because you know in the streets we move, shaking when they hear our name,
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the state is our superior, under because of surnames
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We can not disappear, want to win at any cost, give us time just want to shine
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burn like in paris
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Is a few meters away from aina, when we slide the aina collective, gate with the music,
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writes the rhyme here for mass beat
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Can not get better brother, have never had a shit, barely a beat SEK 50,
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we are changing strategy now
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Stick to the red rate deal, stick to keff bush weed, if you see that it is
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we as the world as the year pose the right punch
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We talk roughly, like tabanja when other shonas mecca ganja, ordinary night in
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Stockholm's areas where we stand and ganjar |