M G
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Jam is flying, I drink vodka all day today
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It's these songs, the immortals are flying again
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Let's drink to the mistakes, let the drought burn
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Young and beautiful, and their hearts are cooled by ice
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Very alienated
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We avoid the swamp with the saucer
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I don't want to end up like them
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White coveralls
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Come visit me, you don't call me
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Very alienated
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We avoid the swamp with the saucer
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I don't want to end up like them
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White coveralls
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Come visit me, you don't call me
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The bell rings with my homie that some problems are bothering us
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And what to do with it? |
Got a fucking job
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What time do I say that I won't drink?
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Which time do I catch myself on this, but the dick still is?
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Paranoia so embarrassed to go out to people with me, man
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How not to get lost in this world, how do I get lost alone along the way?
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And I still have some notes about which I am ashamed to speak out loud
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Coupled with dreams because loneliness made me
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E.T., E.T., I don't suit these people
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How am I supposed to like these whores who like to hurt others?
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If it wasn't for rap, I would live like - fuck, fuck me
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Or I wouldn't be alive - And I'm not fucking
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Still a swamp like this Gypsy I can see, tell me what to release the album
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I'm not a VIP for these people, come to the concert, type
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You ask me why I record tracks with Young Igi
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Take, don't ask, just check how he fucks the bengas with Mati
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Very alienated
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We avoid the swamp with the saucer
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I don't want to end up like them
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White coveralls
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Come visit me, you don't call me
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Very alienated
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We avoid the swamp with the saucer
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I don't want to end up like them
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White coveralls
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Come visit me, you don't call me
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Mom says I'm changing, why do I need these tattoos everywhere?
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How can my mother not change, when is it fucking better?
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And this life? |
This life is slipping through our fingers
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What should I regret? |
That I finally made money?
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Fuck asses, not that I fuck them after the show
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So don't be happy for a fuck, because there is a place in the heart
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Not one of your homies would give anything to be where I am
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I would give anything not to be like me
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I fly over the city like a fucking UFO saucer
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Everyone has to take a picture as if they saw a UFO
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I'm not stupid what city I'm from
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I have my people here and the ones I shoot a barrel from
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If you don't like me, you fucking fuck me up
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Because I heard somewhere in the city that you did it a long time ago
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And pass on to your asshole what I'm scrolling on in verse 5
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Because he keeps writing to me to record more
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Very alienated
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We avoid the swamp with the saucer
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I don't want to end up like them
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White coveralls
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Come visit me, you don't call me
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Very alienated
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We avoid the swamp with the saucer
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I don't want to end up like them
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White coveralls
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Come visit me, you don't call me |