| Where the sun beats down it almost hurts
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| Belair I'm in the place I don't know what the fuck is going on, I don't know prop-
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| Where the sun beats down it almost hurts
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| Where the sun beats down it almost hurts
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| Where the sun beats down it almost hurts
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| Where the sun beats down it almost hurts
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| There is room for us
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| There is room for us
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| There is room for us
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| And standing still is not for me
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| This hell is not for me
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| She's just waiting for me in bed at home
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| Baby, I'll be back in a week
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| Standing still is not for me
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| This hell is not for me, huh
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| I smoke bubble and I make bubbles
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| The lower you go, the more night falls
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| Don't look at me, my state is no stress
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| I smoke bubble and I make bubbles
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| You get up looking at the night
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| And consider all the stars you see in the sky as ours
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| I smoke bubble and I make bubbles
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| I smoke bubble and I make bubbles
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| I smoke bubble and I make bubbles
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| The lower you go, the more night falls
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| Don't look at me, my state is no stress
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| I can't close my eyes anymore and I lose hours of sleep
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| Life is here in my hands, I hold it by my neck
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| Forget where we are, we smoke, we blow bubbles in the block
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| First I close this deal, the sooner you can exchange me for your pillow
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| On my arm I have The Statue of Liberty with the microphone in my hand
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| I feel like on an island, take it as an invitation
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| I'm relaxing baby come closer I still have a secret now I confess it to you
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| And standing still is not for me
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| This hell is not for me
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| She's just waiting for me in bed at home
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| Baby, I'll be back in a week
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| Standing still is not for me
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| This hell is not for me, huh
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| I smoke bubble and I make bubbles
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| The lower you go, the more night falls
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| Don't look at me, my state is no stress
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| I smoke bubble and I make bubbles
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| You get up looking at the night
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| And consider all the stars you see in the sky as ours
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| I smoke bubble and I make bubbles
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| I smoke bubble and I make bubbles
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| I smoke bubble and I make bubbles
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| The lower you go, the more night falls
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| Don't look at me, my state is no stress
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| Oh mi 'fra', who loses his job
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| Who runs away from home, which is a hothead
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| Like thirteen, with the spray in my pocket
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| Leave signatures on the street, we are always mainsail
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| I will never be happy
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| The Sun can go higher
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| Now that I also copy whoever told me to do it
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| Things are changing
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| Stop the paranoia, they blow two K's
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| If boredom overwhelms me, we can make a story
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| Or we can make history, we can make the big robbery
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| Take the market and watch the others gut themselves
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| For that showcase I lost my days
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| Now I take everything inside
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| You only see above you don't know what's behind it
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| You listen to a piece of me, you know it's all true
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| Even if I rap I sing because I am complete
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| That I break the stage, I come home full (cash)
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| No one has told me that my character is me
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| And the more I grow, the better my name sticks to me
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| Another record, another journey, take off the ticket
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| And standing still is not for me
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| This hell is not for me
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| She's just waiting for me in bed at home
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| Baby, I'll be back in a week
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| Standing still is not for me
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| This hell is not for me, huh
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| I smoke bubble and I make bubbles
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| The lower you go, the more night falls
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| Don't look at me, my state is no stress
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| I smoke bubble and I make bubbles
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| You get up looking at the night
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| And consider all the stars you see in the sky as ours
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| I smoke bubble and I make bubbles
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| I smoke bubble and I make bubbles
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| I smoke bubble and I make bubbles
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| The lower you go, the more night falls
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| Don't look at me, my state is no stress |