(We have a full tank)
(Half a pack of cigarettes)
(It's dark)
(And we both wear sunglasses)

You're on my soul like a stone
You're in my lungs like this darkness
You see us on the street, it looks like a drive-by
Bye music, therapeutic for fused brains
Fuck around, I tour houses for the compound
Behind the windows my sound pumps
Important living rooms, you enter and exit with your feet first
Brother in straight smoking joints
For the good life, she has a slim life
Unscrew the cartridge, pull, clip, unload
You want to end your life bent in a construction site
Or end up straight on the front page of the courier
Warriors, night crawling, we ballin'
Globetrott, slowly we falling
This shit comes straight from under the sewers
This shit fucks you, swallows you

Dark glasses at night like Kavinsky
Barefoot among whiskey bottles
With all the sacraments life has its risks
But in the pocket always an ace like nips
King more than gypsy, Salmo and Noyz like the Beastie
We put you face to the wall like sad Panda
I'm in the air like a frisbee
I have a dejavu, in a past life we saw each other
Camouflaged, it seems in war like in Donbass
Down the pedal in the streets, I waste a bit of gas
I make a perfect circle, yes, like the compass
Call the plug that I'll pass by in a bit, ah
Milan night calling, it's the way when you go
But you don't know when you come back and you don't know when you sleep
I crash into the sound barrier
I don't know who I could be
But I found out who I am, Lebon

Around the city with my dogs
My clothes are black like my dogs
What do these people know? I know
I wrote the album of the year, my dawg
I wrote the album of the year, my dawg
I wrote the album of the year, my dawg
What do these people know? I know
I wrote the album of the year, my dawg (my dawg)

Just do it

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