If there is any, you go, I will enter your death
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I even go to death, let's go to death
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Then he who goes to his power should return home.
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If your pocket is full of money, let it return to its essence.
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Or shall we go backwards
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I love the one who hurts while giving the gentlemen
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I got burned too, but it took hold
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I won't let my hand go when my eyes are getting teary
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Let's get into each other
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I won't say come sit down, I will be my enemy
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I can swear to you
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I will disgrace you by dropping this pen
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Don't try my talent too
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Don't say he didn't say that I tried this
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It sticks to your body like a tick
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Only rap knows the deepest
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Only rap knows the deepest but
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I will not fall into this language again
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The moon is like the world in my eyes but
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I will not be offended by the daylight
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It hurt my wounds out of spite
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I gave a face to my wounds
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Because I saw one of your thousand and one faces
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someone burned me
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Chorus (x2)
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Did you hear my problem, did you ask me about my memory?
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Where have you been all these years, did you give a hand when you got up?
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Take my hand on your ass man, my middle finger is yours
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It's yours, the world's property is yours.
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Stop, stop, don't say stop, I can't stop
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I can't stop again, I can't find my two ways
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Take it and break me, I can't kill
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But I can't beach myself
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Like there is and there is not and there is
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Everywhere there's so much shit shit
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Look into my eyes, come to trouble
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They go to those who say come, they go to those who come
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Do you understand me?
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Did you understand me?
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Wrap me back and hear me like new
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Know me always like someone new
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Hey, my days gone have been good and bad
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I was alone, rap always came to me
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My muses are stark naked
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Doesn't the trouble come down from the lap?
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I have mass but if it destroys me
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I still produce if this goes to die
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I got rap machines on my mind
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Currency currency, I set up a factory
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World fall in my dreams
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Why this drop while waiting for windfall?
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Crows await the merging
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My eagle, I do not give carrion to the crows
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Chorus (x2)
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Did you hear my problem, did you ask me about my memory?
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Where have you been all these years, did you give a hand when you got up?
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Take my hand on your ass man, my middle finger is yours
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It's yours, the world's property is yours. |