| This is a production from Smokey Mo!
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| Chorus:
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| There's a mess on my head! |
| Yes! |
| A kilo of silver around the neck! |
| Ra!
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| I read with my eyes closed, so as not to see you, you!
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| There's a mess on my head! |
| Yes! |
| A kilo of silver around the neck! |
| Ra!
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| I read with my eyes closed, so as not to see you, you!
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| I read with my eyes closed. |
| Eyes! |
| I read with my eyes closed. |
| Eyes!
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| I read with my eyes closed. |
| Eyes! |
| I read with my eyes closed. |
| Eyes!
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| I read with my eyes closed. |
| Eyes! |
| I read with my eyes closed. |
| Eyes!
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| I read with my eyes closed. |
| Eyes! |
| I read with my eyes closed. |
| Eyes!
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| Is this your house, boy, or my house?
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| Time to decide, because I have already entered your house like smoke in a bong.
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| Only the ringing of a gong, the explosion of a bomb, can interfere with me here.
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| I'm not burning yet, but I'm smoldering like Joe (Oh)
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| Pret you?! |
| Know it's just a burn (Oh shit)
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| A nigga in rap is a fish in the ocean! |
| (boy)
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| Smoke is coming from the windows of my house. |
| (dope)
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| On the beat, like driving a tractor,
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| My pharmacist screwed it up - I blew it up.
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| I lost weight so that all the bones stick out,
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| Threw the muscles to pump to the halls to pump as well.
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| Zero zero seventh
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| I scored a goal for the industry: eight is zero,
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| bitch loves you, but asks mine,
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| I'm in the game everyday, like in a coke fight!
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| Chorus:
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| There's a mess on my head! |
| Yes! |
| A kilo of silver around the neck! |
| Ra!
|
| I read with my eyes closed, so as not to see you, you!
|
| There's a mess on my head! |
| Yes! |
| A kilo of silver around the neck! |
| Ra!
|
| I read with my eyes closed, so as not to see you, you!
|
| I read with my eyes closed. |
| Eyes! |
| I read with my eyes closed. |
| Eyes!
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| I read with my eyes closed. |
| Eyes! |
| I read with my eyes closed. |
| Eyes!
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| I read with my eyes closed. |
| Eyes! |
| I read with my eyes closed. |
| Eyes!
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| I read with my eyes closed. |
| Eyes! |
| I read with my eyes closed. |
| Eyes!
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| I came out of the lower world, I never got out of the trance!
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| I inhaled the smoke - I flew high, but I want to be much higher!
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| I swallowed my darkness so that I wouldn't become food for it later! |
| Don't become!
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| Stronger than money and a bat, I have not yet seen love.
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| I grew up in hell - this is a place where you can get paid for a thousand.
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| To me: either funny or sad, because *uki *oss for a thousand.
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| There should be stars here, but I can't see these stars.
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| Closing their eyes, people weep for the gods they have killed — I am dying from their tears.
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| Something is wrong!
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| I haven't snatched my everything yet, so something is wrong,
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| Brothers in blood - not brothers, brother in mind -
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| This is my most devoted brother.
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| Don't ask me: where am I from?!
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| I'm from where you definitely haven't been!
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| I'm attracted by a persistent aroma -
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| It's the smell of *arcotics and dough.
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| Chorus:
|
| There's a mess on my head! |
| Yes! |
| A kilo of silver around the neck! |
| Ra!
|
| I read with my eyes closed, so as not to see you, you!
|
| There's a mess on my head! |
| Yes! |
| A kilo of silver around the neck! |
| Ra!
|
| I read with my eyes closed, so as not to see you, you!
|
| I read with my eyes closed. |
| Eyes! |
| I read with my eyes closed. |
| Eyes!
|
| I read with my eyes closed. |
| Eyes! |
| I read with my eyes closed. |
| Eyes!
|
| I read with my eyes closed. |
| Eyes! |
| I read with my eyes closed. |
| Eyes!
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| I read with my eyes closed. |
| Eyes! |
| I read with my eyes closed. |
| Eyes! |