Dead for an hour, the whole Boka fell asleep
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Old plates are poured to dig samples
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I'm upstairs at your club and I don't know when I'll stay
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Before the stanza starts, I have to wrap the piece
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Such is the work, such is the nature of work
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I try not to be in a constant brain coma
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There has been a lot going on in the last 10 years
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Digging without borders, so how to stay
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It can be expensive to walk headlong through a wall
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Abnormal life carries abnormal time
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I try to make money, not to steal and beg
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Because such things should not come into play
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I sometimes drive to work for 15 hours
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Everything was easier when we were crazy, young
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And my wife told me this morning when I got back at 5
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I better have taken a normal job to work
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I wouldn't trade with anyone
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If I were born again, it would be me
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I wouldn't mind anything here
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Keep it the same as it is now
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I don't know any working hours
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And the baby didn't even come out of my diaper
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They criticize me at home for escaping the burden
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I am always uncertain when I return from the field
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I run away again to save my spine and kidneys
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Two on the microphone, then one by one
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Because everyone tells me that I need bread
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To find some work and I can't do without everything
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To lift my hands off my tail because I'm 35 in the ass
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And I don't have five years of experience in total
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But I write some songs as if I were smart
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I beat your bits and I don't move my ass
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It's not like it used to be when salaries were good
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When people knew well what they were working for
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Now a private individual steals what the workers earn
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I read in the studio and I don't move until further notice
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I wouldn't trade with anyone
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If I were born again, it would be me
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I wouldn't mind anything here
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Keep it the same as it is now
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I check the microphone to check the vocals
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The sound is now moving your ass and your mothers
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They used to trip me to shit
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Today they are silent when women walk down the street
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Rap has found its place in my veins
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So when I'm on stage, my shit always pops up
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Prepare 500, 600 euros for the gauze
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Because I don't have the nerve to deal with schemes anymore
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It splits live without defenders, it is not a scam
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Rokao in various variants and atmospheres
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I sing with rhymes in stanzas and themes
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I wake up with a plan if I fall asleep with desires
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I drink my way even though the terrain is uneven
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I apply caution in measures as needed
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I decided a long time ago, so I have nothing to break
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I write about ministers and their armchairs
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I wouldn't trade with anyone
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If I were born again, it would be me
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I wouldn't mind anything here
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Keep it the same as it is now |