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Flaco

José María Avizanda Glaría (born 24 May 1966), better known as Flaco, is a Spanish football coach and former player. He won the Norwegian Football Cup with Molde in 1994. Flaco has played for Rayo Vallecano from 1986 to 1990, where he was a teammate of Jan Berg. When he left Rayo Vallecano for Molde, he became the first and for many years the only Spaniard to have played in the Norwegian Premier League. During his coaching career he has coached Averøykameratene and Bryn from Møre og Romsdal. After 17 years in Norway, he now lives in Spain. more »

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(Never known, never known, never never known)
Congratulations
Enjoy that bread and get that money
I'm glad that you made it
Till you get a big head and think you're funny
Post on Instagram
Haters hit you up, they comment
You take 'em off, but they not-
Gone in your brain
I plot got, bombs like I'm Bane
You pop off, then gone in a day
The worlds in your palm with the fame
It's hard to not misbehave
Waters the way that I shape
You don't care why they say your name
So long as it's said, probably be payed when I'm dead
I'm a work everyday, so my words carry weight
After death
You don't know what it's like to grind, in this life
No you don't
Take-off into the sky every night, time to grind
Nice and slow
Face-off against the clock 9 to 5, as time flies
Out my window
You don't know what it's like to grind, and that's why
You're unknown
Never known, never known, never never known (Never, never, never never)
And that's why you're unknown
Never known, never known, never never known (Never, never, never never)
And that's why you're unknown
Never known, never known, never never known (Never, never, never never)
And that's why you're unknown
Never known, never known, never never known (Never, never, never never)
To pay your way in the game, costs a pretty penny
To play and carry your weight, is pretty heavy
Death will hang everyday, like Billy/Mandy
See, born and raised city Miami
Need or hate me once you had me
Bitter sweet like stealing candy
At least my
Canvas is blank, I can't paint and stay in the frame
All of their paint, is drawn on their face
All of their art, is copy and paste
No heart in artists just wanna be paid
If I got a spark, I'd spit butane
Go play in the park while I carve my name
And the digits of Dade
By all of the greats, had kids entertained
Shit, they can relate, gave Roots to the game
They choo-choo'd the train
Tupac and Wu-tang
To Kool and the Gang , Uncle Luke M-I-A
You could shoot shade, but the sun goes away
If they shoot you, who's music you make?
For you or for fame?
If haters are cooler I go Super Saiyan
I'm shaping my future each move that I make (Make)
I said congratulations
Feels like graduation
Next in rotation, best situation
But still complacent
Cause to generations
You're an imitation, said c-c-congratulations
You're nameless
You don't know what it's like to grind, in this life
No you don't
Take-off into the sky every night, time to grind
Nice and slow
Face-off against the clock 9 to 5, as time flies
Out my window
You don't know what it's like to grind, and that's why
You're unknown
Never known, never known, never never known (Never, never, never never)
And that's why you're unknown
Never known, never known, never never known (Never, never, never never)
And that's why you're unknown
Never known, never known, never never known (Never, never, never never)
And that's why you're unknown
Never known, never known, never never known (Never, never, never never)
(You're nameless)

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