A moment of hesitation, shivers on the Samara
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My heart is beating, my conscience says so
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You're already thinking about the bar, work to be done
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I burn stress with grass and lower my blood pressure
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You're flying, homie, you're flying, half a kilo behind your jacket
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Let's just be lucky and get away with it
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It's a moment of excitement because you're avoiding prison
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Sweaty from ... and ... pissed in the depths
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No one lets you know that he is exhausted
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A moment of hesitation as the banners wave
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Target selected, all ready
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As usual, he gives head for it without a break
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Hardcore pieces from downtown
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Neighborhood bands, everyone is greeted
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To add courage, you can't be drunk
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Sober thinking as a well-known saying
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A fool knows no fear does not mean
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That you bury your head in the sand, fucking fa bro
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You know what we're talking about, you know the trembling of hearts
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ZD rap on a Negro welcomes you, the underground
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You know this risk, your face is pale
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Cargo on you, content three years
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Secrets to the grave, a knife at the throat, such is life
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You didn't want to study, one option - these streets
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A few meters from the shoe, a zloty is waiting
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The smell of money in the air, the fear that something will go wrong |
Euphoria, what to spend on, you fly and you don't gasp
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Listen, hey you there, don't fuck yourself up
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You can run, then fuck off, near the block or on the gates
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They already know you face to face, so be more careful
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High or high, change your plans
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Let's go back to the story, you're sweating all over
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You drive up to the place, carefully into the cage entrance
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Take a deep breath and you're finally there
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What could have gone wrong? |
You're thinking to yourself now
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Remember the fear that brother gives you
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A moment of hesitation, shivers on the Samara
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My heart is beating, my conscience says so
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You're already thinking about the bar, work to be done
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I burn stress with grass and lower my blood pressure |