Blood is returning to my hands
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His eyes were accustomed to the darkness
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I can already see where we are
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I hear an unnatural roar
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The chain around my neck is rubbing me
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This is a fucking world, though
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We have learned to live, we can walk in it
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I don't have ice under my feet, but the ground
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Now colors are everywhere we go
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Chum, colors are everywhere we go
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My bitch doesn't have ice under my feet, but Benz
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And I get out of it, I see fans
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See how my brand grows
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Look, mom, no hands
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My fucker would do byz, go flex, but there was nothing to eat
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Mainly that there was something to go
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Therefore, he is not surprised that you did not see the chain on me until the young man had a house
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The music just filled the safe
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But now no stress, even if I want to in a week
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Family is safe, even if I understand today
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I see my city through my black and white glasses
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I see the forest block from the blocks
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I took you to my cart, just look, just drive
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I want rain on the window, lightning strikes next to it
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And don't pay attention, their finger is pointing at us
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He just tells you «Bitch, we made it» (He just tells you «Bitch, we made it»)
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Look, mom, no hands
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I can do it without hands, I have a stage under my feet, none
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Look, mom, no hands
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My hands are cold and my face is freezing in this bitch, but
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Look, mom, no hands
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This is my universe, my space in this bitch, now
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Look, mom, no hands
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I stay true to my music like a dog
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Look, mom, no hands
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(I can do it without hands, I have a stage under my feet, none)
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Look, mom, no hands
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(My hands are cold and my face is freezing in this bitch, but)
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Look, mom, no hands
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(This is my universe, my space in this bitch, now)
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Look, mom, no hands
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I stay true to my music like a dog
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It is necessary to eat
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One makes a living by what she can do, the other does what I have to do in life
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lucky as few to whom except for some whores I am paid for my work,
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which I love from the bottom of my heart |