It's not a game, but quite serious, ayo, in fact
One, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one
It's not a, not a, not a game, but quite special
Quite serious, ayo, in fact
From a good morning to a coffee, the shot has a studio
I send paper and a couch, I write it in July
And that's why I can't make it, one there and one here
I don't understand this, I'm confused with the languages, the words
Of so many people, as if they were children of the glory of others
No matter how much I suffer, I fight with the pain
I'm worried about the common practice and the average way
I have a burden on my mind, this doesn't make me incompetent
I fight with this, no matter what, it seems impossible to me
It's ridiculous to tell me that what I write is unconnected
To continue looking at my values and every lyric
Ideally, it doesn't matter where we'll end up
But first, I won't do it
I just want to have my peace
But in order for this to happen, first I have to ruin it
This life with the bands
More than 30 with money
I did it all in the band
Music is everything
This life with the bands
More than 30 with money
I did it all in the band
You let the sound take you
You turned off the lights after the moon lit up
A bit of rum, a bit of beat and a bit of shorty
To see you before you're an old man
Your mind starts to ask you for obligations
Kisses before you send it to Zari
You leave everything to chance, where to get it?
And you want your life to change
You say you owe it to God
Catch it before it's too late
Pick it up a bit, they have it set on fire
And you're not safe, even though they turn off the lights
State-owned countries above your own
In an urban safari, and you didn't realize
Now you see an unbelievable view from the path
Now you turn off the light and your friend becomes a bird
He has found them with the money and he tries to catch them
Now you're shooting a movie, the situation is unbridled
But it's too late, they have already caught you
I leave them alone again
I have notes written by the rich
I make them out of the pain
I make them out of the pain
I leave them alone again
I have notes written by the rich
I make them out of the pain
I make them out of the pain
With 32G, Aleppo and Junior
I came to put them in the freezer in July
In a city called Friourio
And like burning coal
We saw the obstacles as if we were playing in the sport
I was happy
The band is not heavy, I don't remember
I hold it in my hand so I don't forget the customs
I'm hungry, I love pizza
Because I had eaten the ready-made
I got the new one, but before I got it, I blew it
Because I felt it here, and so I felt it tomorrow
Like ice cubes
I'm out of the pirate
Directly, 2-11 at the fire station
I leave them alone again
I have notes written by the rich
I make them out of the pain
I make them out of the pain
I leave them alone again
I have notes written by the rich
I make them out of the pain
I make them out of the pain
I make them out of the pain
I make them out of the pain
From good morning to coffee
Like the first verb
In the bitter lips
With 32G, Junior's mode
In the pocket size
You left the sound to be in the bind line
I went on a trip to get out
I should change from the basement of Athens
I've been fighting for 2 months, 3 months now
And I have to see the team
I still feel like I've moved away
From the contact with myself
To find what I want
I'm in the basement
I'm hiding from the rise
I'm bringing Souris and Niato
I opened my window
And I smelled the rap
I heard the attack in the team
I'm steady and I fall
I get up with a lamp
With a ciao
When we say
I forgot you
I was out of touch at home
You forgot me abroad
A pack and we're leaving
We're going somewhere else
Do you want me to say chill
Or to do the tour
Don't tell me that you're crying
About stuff and Prada
Somewhere in the beginning of the end
You got blind, ***
You got blind, ***
You got blind, ***
Like the first verb
From the first of the month
With the first rap
I'm so self-conscious
I'm hungry, hungry
But I do it to show
I'm so self-conscious
Like the first verb
From the first of the month
With the first rap
I'm all this
The three of them
The symbol
Like an alien symbol
Somewhere in the beginning
I'm so self-conscious
I was hot these days
I collected the pieces
Left cold words
I didn't have any predictions
And assumptions
I didn't lose anything
I'm here
I'm here
I was hot these days
Too hot
I don't know, maybe it's the weather
I didn't throw any bombs or bullets
Nothing
I'm going to be epic in the maps
You made cables for the symbol
You put it and it's optical
But the optical stays the same
I have the stick
Nobody has you, ***s
They made cables for the symbol
They put it and it's optical
It was nothing
But the optical stays the same
It's so heavy
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