Gravity is missing, keeping me from sourcing my truth my balance but I am what I am
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Scoreboard with your vise style, don't try to hold it
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We go to the destination, Z and G, cheers
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But I sensed the anxieties
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The goal is exactly the same
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Cut the art cheek
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Give him narrow styles
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Alice is not wonders, get used to the same fears
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I advise you, do not provoke me, do not force me
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I'm in the void right in the ashtray
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Even a drop of cold is intense believe me it's the same head my son
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Taste of my X
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The work of a smash
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And now checkmate
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floor dust smoke
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You know, I always say "Let there be a notebook!"
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I don't have my back to the ground, go on, I'm always rapping
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Do you feel? |
It's tough and fearless
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He will cut his ticket without question and without question
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Why does it always come to me
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I couldn't get used to the order of the world
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Even when I want to stop
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The devil says' "Go further on!"
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Aga, my head is too much for this universe, don't worry about it
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Don't prick your ears to understand
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Search for a leash to attach to such capacities
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Go with the gas
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It will be difficult for you, we are easy, bring us your guinea pig.
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Even if it listens, it creates storms
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Who's on the bottom, who's on the top, there's no laughing matter for a minute
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It's a matter of doubling, falling with triple
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There is a ten years between us, you can worry about the moment
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Gear up, X fast becomes clear who bee who is wife
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The hair of your soul is yellow, the bottle is now half full
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The rap commander never gives up on the colonel
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Playing suits you very well, big sister
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You are as much as your will bro, you are a lie
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Come again, let this matter be closed
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Getting lost, charged into a dry cardboard story
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There is a degree of contact, but they can not be restrained from my pen.
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Accompany me by the thousands, paladins we cut the sounds
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Aragillar, whose notebook is caught in a uniform technical electric current
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Money listens, black widows
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That recipe you need to find
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Sand castles need a judge, us all of you
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A tablespoon of salt, pure elements
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You made us vomit, if you want my limbs, take a shower first
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OG hunts kush, XiR, ZP, one by one at night
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Sure key, you'll be, don't be funny
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Even Bush from my flows like a very pro shooter on the range
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Stick a prostitution lighter in your ears
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Rap Genius Turkey |