| I'm not alone
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| With me always my bro
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| I write a letter to a friend
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| But the address is my own house
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| Friendlist like condom
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| The echelon fit in it
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| Every sidekick for once
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| Fuck hoe, hey, i go work!(x2)
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| Part 1: X. SIDER
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| I feel like I'm running on a heart monitor
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| And here everything is the same, I'm in a loop! |
| Who will help me?
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| If your path is difficult and distant, this is the norm
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| Call it "Cardioprinciple": while in work, the heart beats
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| Takeoffs, landings, no steps, Elon in amazement
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| This is in the past, because now I have lost time, and therefore money,
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| But I jerk off for skill, not for greens, I am the owner of the rap cartel
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| All my flow is in circulation, which means I'm not poor
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| Jaw dropped, homo sapiens hung nah
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| Around a flock of monkeys, but I'm in the paddock for a reason
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| The jaw dropped, homo sapiens hung nah,
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| But I'm in the corral for a reason
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| Primitive guns in their hands
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| But hit'yat on subscribe
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| Yes, yes, you are my brother
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| X.SIDER is happy, but don't go to Pronin
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| I'm not alone
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| With me always my bro
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| I write a letter to a friend
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| But the address is my own house
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| Friendlist like condom
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| The echelon fit in it
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| Every sidekick for once
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| Fuck hoe, hey, i go work!(x2)
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| Part 2: Gotti sound
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| (yay, gotti sound)
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| Fuck hoe, bitch, i go work!
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| Look at my face, I don't give a fuck who you are, son
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| I fell so many times to show who I am
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| If my heart is beating, then I'm always ready
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| Oh-oh-oh look at him, mom bought everything
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| What did you want, but you couldn't do anything
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| I have a principle, it says: "Take out one!"
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| If hawal today, then everything is fine with me
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| I'm not alone, all my brothers are with me
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| There are no fuckers around - weeded out the shit
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| I see through everyone, bitch, I'm from young bros
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| Get out from where no one gets out
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| I'm not alone
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| With me always my bro
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| I write a letter to a friend
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| But the address is my own house
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| Friendlist like condom
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| The echelon fit in it
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| Every sidekick for once
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| Fuck hoe, hey, i go work!(x2)
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| Part 3: XYY
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| I want it and I will - this is the whole meaning of freedom
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| I am not so close to nature and I am not close to the people
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| Do not confuse a hard worker with someone who wants to fly
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| Yes, I worked hard at work for more than one day
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| And not a month, but I will also believe in one thing
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| Music is my home, here is comfort and peace
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| Spacious even for me
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| I can call friends here at any time, yes, yes
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| But the thought does not leave the head
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| I seem to be naked when open
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| An inner voice screams at the top of its lungs:
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| "What-o-o?!" |
| (what!?)
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| Generation knee-deep to me, Mondays in my memory
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| Just a succession of days, I walk under it
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| There is a rigmarole above me, and the whole path is in the form of a spiral
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| And the whole path is in the form of a spiral |