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like the clouds, just fading by (Vibe for a second) Swiftin' swiftly to the money That ain't really the motive Just tryna make my momma proud So
Riot It's riot I hear ratatat Sirens I hear Sirens Said it's fuck the SAPS Wylin Yo we Wylin Youth keep fighting back Dying See us dying Told to live
Can you see by ears? Chorus: Here we go to the Alps Through the pain with silence Creating new worlds For new lives We’ve came to spark; we are
And alone, and you need a companion (money) You can ring-ting-a-ling for the maid If you happen to be rich (money) And you find you are left by your lover
it matters We climax, without the ladder Can't desert the future, no Nevada Her body is a weapon, ratatat her I spent the night in heaven, I slept with
talking flying first class To the Alps and shit Okay ugh Roll and smoke an ounce of it I’m talking light it pass around And puff and pass the spliff Okay
lovers A man in his mid-twenties walked by with a Dalmatian You and me were calling emotional addresses Unanswered again Unanswered again Maybe a family
Poprowadź mnie przez szczyty Alp Gdzie każdy dzień będzie czegoś wart Gdzie dawnych win nie znajdzie nikt A dobrem Twym zamaluje wstyd Kochałem
Fucking concurrence à vomir! Entre Drive-by en bolide! Zlat'Hayce Compte plaider la folie! Dès l'enfance on est Différent comme 2-Chainz! C'est le diable
back, pussy I'll never do no song with no rat, pussy Put a Lego in a stick, it rat-a-tat, pussy I don't wanna talk, go and catch a hat, pussy Big
lived it We say it, we mean it, Wrappin' up, clappin', you let me know High triple beam it, beam it I'm that ratatat, Baby's bitch, 305 He said he
the angels play you are. You're like Paris in April and May You're New York on a silvery day. A Swiss Alp as the sun grows fainter, You're Loch Lomond
And I'm forced to repay all the thoughts of the brain, By any means I ain't putting pure spits to shame, What I depict on scripts too much for the mandem,
much of a force to contain, And im forced to repay all the thoughts of the brain, By any means I ain't putting pure spits to shame, And I pit
Dammit I show flows and poke holes that's supposed to be yo'z Seekin my haters and in a dark alley tourmented by mine Dodgin the [tech 4x N9ne 4x] Now
the angels play you are. You're like Paris in April and May You're New York on a silvery day. A Swiss Alp as the sun grows fainter, You're Loch Lomond
shot, bitch Let's fuck up the program Get stopped by cops, smoking on Rosecrans Make a little cash They wanna put me in a toe tag Thrown and locked in
the angels play you are. You're like Paris in April and May You're New York on a silvery day. A Swiss Alp as the sun grows fainter, You're Loch Lomond
mixed with new raps Look at all the niggas that I blew past Hood by Air, to the durag Nigga make way for the new jacks (Yeah, uh, yeah, uh, uh,
Think about the smarts, words said of wise Do it like paz and I do it like Nas You got two small fries by the size And I get a gat, two times, two
Hey Seen nothing like that shorty with the fat back movin' to the vibes (vibes) Say, I'm just up in my habitat, play a little Ratatat Kick it
want my toes sucked Hook Verse 3: I'd rather be judged by 12 than carried by 6 My 12 12, well, they carried my bricks And them 12 12s, fiends they're
Be-side to "December Will Be Magic Again" single Written by Kate Bush Warm and soothing, That's how I remember home. Walking into arms Through
real, yo We murder by numbers Tastin' cheeba, sippin' tea in a coupe Silencer, that's Lay you under cars eat your fruit Will more stripes than Adidas set
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