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[Intro]
RYKEYDADDYDIRTY

[Verse 1]
Just a year and a half ago, I was in prison
Even after completing his sentence, he smoked, vomited and sold
I typed in more and threw my words into the microphone
It takes forty hours to be satisfied
I looked like a thief, so I held a crack pipe in one hand
And I went out into the city with crystal-piercing pupils
There's a difference, and I'm holding a pen in my notebook
No matter what I do, my hands are trembling with yaks
The four-wheel drive plan to rewind the mileage and sell it fell to the ground
He is the one who sells cracks that can be put in for a thousand shillings
Sleeping woman, bed, and [?] are happy today
It's a rule to have a happy ending, but one hand is Coca
Emergency exit of the European underground
A one-verse that takes out all the pretty stuff before it becomes useless
A shiny, seven-tailed, scarred diamond
Without being able to play a hypocrite under the cover of
It's just a life of chasing after the rich
In the middle of the night of the day when you found out that the poorest man was rich
We are like five-star French friends
What I held together was a shooting star or a smiling chef
Lilick with a monster possessed by Gattem
If you have increased my bank account one by one
I can't say it anymore. I'll never say goodbye to you again
You are the motherfucker who made me tell you not to stop laughing
[Chorus]
Every time a shooting star makes a wish for the words he utters
The way to pick up the dead memories
Clock ticks loneliness to tears instead of ink
Blonde hair with a beautiful profile
Every time a shooting star makes a wish for the words he utters
The way to pick up the dead memories
Clock ticks loneliness to tears instead of ink
Blonde hair with a beautiful profile

[Verse 2]
Cocaine was taken out of my nose, and I was a stupid person who was sharp
The tip of a pair of sunglasses worn by a madam whose scar flaps
It's like a dead banknote and a shell
If the spirit of the word that comes out holds me together
The tears of a flower on a high mountain like Parisienne
From the park benches, from the museum exits
From a life full of scars like a tunnel in the road of thorns
I still can't get out of this situation
If you give up, you're a kamikaze. If you do it now, you'll still be
And all the shoes I've got are the same as before, and I'm on my way home from the rooftop
I was born, I was raised, and I'm not going to talk about it here
With that reepy smile that somehow shows how well-bred he is
It's evil to be arrogant in the back seat of a Rolls-Royce
Takidos and hallucinations, taking dresses and the hands of prostitutes
Cinderella and high heels, broken heart glass
Sleeping fool aside, the truth of a dream with eyes open
Time is with you until you get closer to your ideals and reality
As you get closer, you'll lose your illusionary plan
It's a chance to find four leaves, I'm sure it's all that's missing
When I search for words, I'm like a homeless man collecting steel
My emotional scars haven't healed yet, government I relied on
These are the eyes that are black and white, and the eyes that are painfully open
It should be finished to the point where you can breathe hard in this light atmosphere
[Chorus]
Every time a shooting star makes a wish for the words he utters
The way to pick up the dead memories
Every time a shooting star makes a wish for the words he utters
The way to pick up the dead memories
Every time a shooting star makes a wish for the words he utters
The way to pick up the dead memories
Clock ticks loneliness to tears instead of ink
Blonde hair with a beautiful profile
Every time a shooting star makes a wish for the words he utters
The way to pick up the dead memories
Clock ticks loneliness to tears instead of ink
Blonde hair with a beautiful profile