conscience, conscience
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Not without scales, does not hold the seams
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Hijran if he were a tailor, hijran
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Treatment is difficult, irreversible
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If my love doesn't beat on your pulse
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Don't touch, you have your scent on my pillow
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This house is a dungeon for me
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It's like your place is India (India)
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Neighborhood reported, night and day internal shit
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Shout out in the streets, urinate with packages and signatures
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We could not be doctors, cooks or architects
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He said "you don't have money", now it's a million billion
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So you see, it wasn't a haystack, watching
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If you don't, don't be Majnun, your Leyla will grow
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First we did it lay low, now we have the challenge
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Didn't think it's doner, it's back to the rappers
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conscience, conscience
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Not without scales, does not hold the seams
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Hijran if he were a tailor, hijran
|
Treatment is difficult, irreversible
|
If my love doesn't beat on your pulse
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Don't touch, you have your scent on my pillow
|
This house is a dungeon for me
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It's like your place is India (India)
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Not a childhood love, just a childhood
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We were all children, the majority grew up
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My mother smells sweet, my qatar tea buds
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Now we're drowning in the fumes of the metropolis
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I am as far away as those days
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I'm stubborn, let all the radios play our song
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A stone in my chest and I crossed all roads
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Lonely lost brother love on the road now
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Ask me how, all the fuckin' bouts
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My eyes watch your dream at the door every day
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My old house, old school, even those bugs
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Watch now, it's over 'summaries
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conscience, conscience
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Not without scales, does not hold the seams
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Hijran if he were a tailor, hijran
|
Treatment is difficult, irreversible
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If my love doesn't beat on your pulse
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Don't touch, you have your scent on my pillow
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This house is a dungeon for me
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It's like your place is India (India)
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Hold your breath, close your eyes, swallow your last word
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(Ask me how)
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Soothe your anger, dry your cheek, forget the time
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(Ask me how)
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No limit to us, fly to the sky, like a cloud
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(Ask me how)
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It's coming back to you, believe you one day
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Rampapapam, rampapapam
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conscience, conscience
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Not without scales, does not hold the seams
|
Hijran if he were a tailor, hijran
|
Treatment is difficult, irreversible
|
If my love doesn't beat on your pulse
|
Don't touch, you have your scent on my pillow
|
This house is a dungeon for me
|
It's like your place is India (India) |