Sizzin down the streets of town inside of ocean
I've gotta clear pattern for what I should remady as land for you within with my hands dipped in a poem of what I am I'm turnin to a latest breath Try to mark the control cuz all the colours start to fade on this stereo system sound Announcing the nature for prejudice that I'm nowhere to be found Climbing up and down the neon crosses instead of facing the crossreads That show the way out Alright I motta i motta i motta mi se sve u glavi...
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