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I remember waking up in a house without no heat
Late December in Chicago last year was on repeat
Had to be two below zero kind felt like frozen meat
Wtedy z bykiem robiliśmy grupy, nie groupies
Latałem za blokiem bez siana i kurtki
Bez pewności na nic, z pewnością by zabić
Tych wszystkich
ain’t going too far
You can reach me by telephone I’ll be there all day
But please wait till half time I don’t wanna miss a play
Cleveland, Cincinnati,
inteligencji by być zawsze gotowym
Do pracy nad stylem co dzień dwanaście godzin
Trzynastego w piątek uwierzę w każdy koniec
Czternaście cyfr kod wpisz i dzwoń
changed the world
We played each other's songs
The people sang along
And all was peace and love
We'd play a two hour set
Fly by private jet
I knew that I
obcy kto może to przewidzieć
Będę grał gdzieś w Chicago jako głodny DJ
On zechce cofnąć czas o godziny i doby
Ja pewnie będę zbierał na przeszczep
waqas
to say it aint easy to be so far away
i hear her teardrop and feel the earth shake
so hereâ¬"s a flying kiss
i send it by the wind
through sms msm
szampan i forsa wciśnięta w koperty
Pewnie tak bym żył gdybym zarabiał jak Giertych
Leć Polaku do Iraku Ameryki broń
Byś wyszkolił tych w turbanch i
I sent you the sun from my hometown
And Chicago, and Atlanta
Sinking at the sight of your shadow
On the sidewalk in Spain
Or back in Upstate,
time for games
I got ice in my veins
For real
Man I'm zoned out
No doubt bruh
Yeah
And you can tell by the way that I play
That I ain't bout playing no
As I looked at lovr
At the bar in Chicago
Pictured your sorrow, a colorless hollow as you lay in your bed
Your arms, they were empty
The far away
Scripture by scripture, picture this as true excellence
Can't leave it up to God, 'cause I'm a true pessimist
This shit was dead and gone, 'til this nigga
trynet
Jeg gjør det for de som ikke fikk sjansen til å bli med
Gjør det for Zane gjør det for Baws
Gjør det for Aule gjør det for by'n min
Drikker gin med
nu-uh (nah)
My mom born in Chicago and my dad from around (Yeah)
Helsinki, South Finland, that's my city, that's my town
It's crazy (Crazy)
How we
calm and sweet and cool and low
your voice on the radio
gets me by
There's a souvenir for every joint you played
from Chicago to Galway town
Somewhere
pas besoin d'shooter (paw)
C'est p't-être une meuf trop bonne qui va donner l'go (le go)
J'veux le gâteau, tout l'magot (magot)
Drive-by, mantale,
in the 80's when I first heard electronic music
I knew back then this illegal computer sound was gonna be my call
My heart got hooked on 4 by 4 beats
Unterwegs, Gürtel, Ferragamo
Essen West 43 Chicago
Keine Tabus, Waffen Nahost
Drive-by, Black Benzer Brabus
Geldwäscherei, Dönerbude, Tarnung
Bullen
How are you
How do you do
Welcome to Chicago
I was born here in this town
Drink and music all around
I’ll probably die here too as well
She got me
You are full of shit
You are a no good rotten bum
You are a good for nothing scalawag
You bring me damaging disharmony in my life
By cussing at me
si j'te la sors ma chérie faut que t'avales
Faut qu'ça t'avales, ça sent l'drive-by
Même le goal n'y peut rien
Quand je tire dans la tête dis-moi
tight
Oh Chicago don't forget me
As the miles between us grow
Keep the maple tree carved with the name of my love
The hills we would sled race down
I was born in the USA
Born on the south side of Chicago town
And on warm summer nights we would all gather 'round
Away from Irish parents eyes
Heaven touched my mouth with a fire and made my heart pure
Now my heart pours for everything
From the gang violence in Chicago
To genocide in
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