Zero twelve my second
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I have no right to get lost here anymore
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In 71 I have my people
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From music, breaking the rules, law and booze
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Bench and smoking pipes nearby
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At the same time, away from people
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Did someone tell me to like these rubbles?
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You tuck your tail when you go back to the kennel
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I feel confident and relaxed always
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Like when I fall into (?)
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I love this city
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Traffic jams on highways and clubs
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And ... his insomnia
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Especially when I happen to surface
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Throw in something, you've been living here for the second year
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Don't tell me you don't like him
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There are so few shocking things here
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022 is my home
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028 my block
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It has a renovation and is now in the studio
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Tell that to your whores
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A sea of perspectives, I'm used to mermaids
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I can fuck them, I've been doing it since I was born here
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How am I not to be son, as you embrace you live
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How little you rot, many losers die here, but
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022 is my home x4
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I was teasing
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I made my bae in the morning
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I'm running away to the cabin for now
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He tells me that he wants to live together seriously
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I remember with the padre on the bench
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I heard «Dream about Warsaw»
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A tear ran down her cheek |
I was proud that I have lived in this city forever
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I'm just telling the truth, the truth
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Though always fed a lie
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This the other is not important to me, no
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The latter is unimportant to me
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AWW read back this, quick
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I enter the dance floor further in Nike Presto
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In Belton backpack - best of
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I leave the tags with this thin line
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For them, a cheap marker is a bit like a flaw
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The city is full of it
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I write on the walls so you have to be careful
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And the word sorry won't be enough for sure
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I don't wear Kenzo, Kenzo
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It's hard because I live urban depression
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Nice under pressure. |
so I open Pearl Export
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When I leave, the longing is still there
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I don't talk to the blue bum
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022 is my home x3
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My people will follow me
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022 is my home
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Trueschool or newschool, fuck it
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022 is my home
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I look at myself in the mirror casually
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022 is my home
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I look at myself in the mirror casually
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012 is my home
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022 apartment
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I left for a while because I want to polish this diamond
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I know the center, the suburbs
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I know the blocks and somewhere
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In the middle of it all, this was me
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Whose voice do you know now |
For whose hajs from now
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A moment ago, I would have looked like a millionaire
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I live in Wolka
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They're screaming outside the window
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Like Kuler and Karwan, like my man (?)
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I don't whisper when I say where I'm from
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When I hear rustling, the tracksuit inspires respect
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The city will not change me, although I know it is easy
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I participate in a world where the banknote rolls up
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Where are you getting into the swamp
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Where it's easy to get mad
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Where it often doesn't matter what did and who
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I have the same hands on my back as then
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Accesses change, not fucking needs
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012 is my home
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My people will follow me
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012 is my home
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Trueschool or newschool, fuck it
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012 is my home
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I look at myself in the mirror casually
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012 is my home
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I look at myself in the mirror casually |