So I want to be alone, you and I are not on the way, return quarantine to me
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I'm wearing a limited New Balance, left many somewhere behind
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I see how another one is doing everything in order to surpass this
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No need to wish me a smooth road, you hear, I need adrenaline
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God is a citadel, it's all for the family
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On these streets we are the pirates of Somalia
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A butterfly can sting - R.I.P. |
Muhammad Ali
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Salt pours right on the wounds, hard as salami
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In storms and thunderstorms, this partak is on me
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We fly like airports
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We do not play, but there is a card in the sleeve
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Howling at the moon - call me Bardash
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I sharpen a knife, not a pencil
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Her ass to be boarded
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To pull yourself together, it's time to understand:
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Under the feet of the basement, fucking floor
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I have a lot of experience, I have seen a lot like the Hermitage
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I still do not understand who is hiding deep somewhere inside of me
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They talk a lot - it's bullshit
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I'm burning in this carcass
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Holes, yeah, yeah, that's true shit
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Building is much harder than tearing down
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So I want to be alone, you and I are not on the way, return quarantine to me
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I'm wearing a limited New Balance, left many somewhere behind
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I see how another one is doing everything in order to surpass this
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No need to wish me a smooth road, you hear, I need adrenaline
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God is a citadel, it's all for the family
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On these streets we are the pirates of Somalia
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A butterfly can sting - R.I.P. |
Muhammad Ali
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Salt pours right on the wounds, hard as salami
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Yes, we are hostages of traffic
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Soul starving like Africa
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At first I thought that the shore was not the same
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Then I realized that it was not the right river
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The world is ruined to the point of misunderstanding
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One hundred grams in a box and it's not sugar
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Glare in the eyes from sparkling heels
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Everything in my account was given to me by my dad.
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Yes, I hold tight Kalash
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Cold metal under the finger
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Against violence, but if necessary - I will smack you, do not hesitate
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Fibers are torn against the mass, I put my meat in place
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Free us cash, money broke our hearts
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So I want to be alone, you and I are not on the way, return quarantine to me
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I'm wearing a limited New Balance, left many somewhere behind
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I see how another one is doing everything in order to surpass this
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No need to wish me a smooth road, you hear, I need adrenaline
|
God is a citadel, it's all for the family
|
On these streets we are the pirates of Somalia
|
A butterfly can sting - R.I.P. |
Muhammad Ali
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Salt pours right on the wounds, hard as salami |