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 |