Nubia, Nubia
In my head, it's Nubia
Nubia, Nubia
I'm stubborn about a whim
I pull on my joint, on my doobie
I smoke it in private like a bandit
It's my hobby, my phobia
Damn, I roll a big thing that calms my nerves
I'm in a hurry, go ahead press, bastard it's green
These bastards played the flute just like Lehner
Just that pisses me off
On the high-flyers
We tolerate you
Fist in the air
I fucked the teacher
And her whore of a mother
Yeah, I'm vulgar
It's the motherland
You're in the atmosphere
We don't care there's r
Nubia, Nubia, Nubia, Nubia
Nubia, Nubia, Nubia, Nubia
Nubia, Nubia
In my head, it's Nubia
Nubia, Nubia
I'm stubborn about a whim
I pull on my joint, on my doobie
I smoke it in private like a bandit
It's my hobby, my phobia
Look at the approach
Look at the Audemar
Damn, I can't believe it
I made it
Met by the guys
And you'll have the last
I'm not the last
To do it well
The cowboys flex in the sector
Pendant that we test their little sisters
In the duster in his cauliflower
I do lengths and widths
We know how to dance in the middle
We only score on is glorious
Only rage that of the envious
Do overtime in the gloryhole
I fold space-time in its wormhole
So deep I lose my bearings
Nubia, Nubia
In my head, it's Nubia
Nubia, Nubia
I'm stubborn about a whim
I pull on my joint, on my doobie
I smoke it in private like a bandit
It's my hobby, my phobia

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