How are you living W.E.N.O.? |
— for now they value rather against the merits
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From two zero seven se, I have been recording these demo vocals
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Come by later to take over what I didn't fuck up
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I respect your opinion now
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I know very well why I'm behind more than one play-off
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And I carry more on these bars, turn off the camera
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When I have moments, I appear on phonograms
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And for that the game has fallen in love with me, it's cool and how
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I'm still running in peace naach
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Sorry if they are not available in the states
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Like those gray knee-deep ones
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I'm fine here and I'm not firing up the delorian
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I'd rather fuck on a hammock and fly on Rau's beats in the morning
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I sleep full in the morning
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Until you show your money, I'm not getting out of the van
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And ... in the fuck I have something in the corridors
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Oki WuDoE Orchestra, fuck your health for us little nara
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I run into Cypher, I eat that wheel, suddenly W.E.N.A. is ringing
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Come on, you'll hammer the wheel, the rest is done by you
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I fall into the loop of trying bigger eyo eyo
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When the dogs come in, well, the murders blow
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Returns to Poland brooms chrome bombs constantly give pansy
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Continuous progress me like my homies a few yards away
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you got it? |
on on on on on on |
I poured white naje on them, I pissed on and continued playing
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I'm going on the commons, trips, meetings, advice from the elders gave me fire
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Because I always respect what they say and they said a lot they didn't like my zajawa
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When I gave the project to the city, there was a beep no
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I'm not changing now PKP I'm going to change the game
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The fire in me is still burning
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Before my homie, I'll play mine here
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Fourty seven four seven before you hit the ground here
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Fourty seven four seven before you hit the ground here |