They see something bad in me, I wonder what they can see
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When bullies are standing somewhere, the gaze penetrates me
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Maybe it's because I fly confidently
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After all, I don't have it listed, show me a sentence
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Listing under the block, search it twice
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Even if someone knocks on my door quietly, it's hard to see
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I don't open if I don't know, no one is at home
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A man learns from mistakes, a few years, for whom?
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I will recognize three quarters from my mouth, they will know me the same way
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There's nothing to envy me, I still don't have enough
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Social workers on the estate talk behind the back
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The dogs were knocking on the door again, they insisted on putting it in
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It is not known what, why spit in your beard
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They say you will go to prison, I hope I will defend myself
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The plot is always equal, I'm on this side
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Where a fat joint burns with friends in the area
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Maybe I'm sensitive to all these patrols
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I have the impression that fucking bullies are watching
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If you think it's just my paranoia
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Listen to the story and I'll say it again...
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One more time, homie, stay alert all the time
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Maybe it's paranoia, but it's already in us |
You have to stay safe, they can always overhear
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You put the biggest loser to your ear
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Not to be surprised is the art of survival
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Be unobtrusive and without unnecessary talk
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Profit brings risk, you have to reach for your own
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Be vigilant, even if they say you're paranoid
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They don't know what a day at the front looks like
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You will miss out and disappear like in the Bermuda triangle
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Because the enemy does not fall asleep, he will not give a moment of respite
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Don't forget about how don't forget your origin
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And it's not that these are my paranoias, I always take every bad sign into account
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I want to live here in peace, come ... it's not easy at the front
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Trust the good Councils, it will go smoothly in the Orient
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Maybe I'm sensitive to all these patrols
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I have the impression that fucking bullies are watching
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If you think it's just my paranoia
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Listen to the story and I'll say it again...
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Turns, curbs and silent hustlers
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Since I was a kid, I was careful to fuck everyone in the sneeze
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Shackles won't change anything, it's a tough attitude
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Applause doesn't count, respect counts
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Have you heard the ZDR - Na Gęba recording? |
I hope it went into the bubbles, they will let the whores breathe
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They make the first move, we'll push through
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Boy on a cruise I'll give you advice, message sent
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Dogs are lurking behind the corner, and silent ones are smoking fran
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Like the Union, there is a commune with partners that will not fly
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It's the criminal police and a washed-up rag
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I'm with the whore culturally, the bullet will be collected
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There was something on, dodge, beep and go
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The years fly by, there is no time, you are in a hurry
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Because to earn sins, that's why you fucked up the skull
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You've got a load on the square, turn around, fuck off waving
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Maybe I'm sensitive to all these patrols
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I have the impression that fucking bullies are watching
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If you think it's just my paranoia
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Listen to the story and I'll say it again... |