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Eywa, the godmother (-drina)
I'm once again on Juana, Maria
Bobby Vandamme, I'm on adrenaline
On the run from the fucking police
They want my (smija)
Junkies wobble jaws
Drenched in sweat, they put me in the precinct
What else should I tell you? Eywa, Zina (Zina)
Your mother would have preferred a rich boy, eywa, Madrina
Yes, you wanted this Gova from the block
But you didn't want his problems
You left me alone here on the eleventh floor
Even in winter, you gave me sunlight
One thing I have to admit, wallah, since you've been gone
My life is going, big budget, a bit hectic again
Selling Bubble for Chimsen, but I'm looking for the exit
Because the rent was too high, that's why I'm packing Flex with (Flex with)

Eywa, Zina
Your mother didn't want a dealer
Eywa, Zina
But we have a different climate here
Eywa, Zina
I wonder, why are you gone again?
Eywa, Zina
Maybe because I didn't deserve you at all

Raised differently in the quarter
Were strictly raised with a belt, oh-la-la
If I would stop today
To gamble my freedom, where would I be then?
Questions in my head that I keep asking myself
Don't give anyone your source, because then contact drops
Problems you don't know, my block-Ma-Belle
Miss your smell of your Montale, Lova
But she only wanted paper from Gova
Are you only with me for Lowa?
No, I don't want to understand it, my droga
Eywa, just tell me where you are, just for a moment
Because you know that I might soon be behind walls
Too many open questions
Why don't you want to say anything?

Eywa, Zina
Your mother didn't want a dealer
Eywa, Zina
But we have a different climate here
Eywa, Zina
I wonder, why are you gone again?
Eywa, Zina
Maybe because I didn't deserve you at all

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