Correction Lyrics MACHETE SATELLITE (english translation) by Slait

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Oh, yaoh, Lebon to the mic (ah)
Bloody Vynil
Okay Slait!
Mob (Mob)
Tha Supreme
Young Miles
Greg Willen, don't fall asleep
Young Miles, don't fall asleep (ahah)
Please man
Please man, call a
Please man, call a taxi (brr, brr)
The wind is blowing on my head, I've got twenty stones in my pockets (brr, brr)
We are around here, on the streets like Justice (ay)
This sh*t is a classic (ay)
Bro, it breaks in your house like Just Eat, slapping you (aoh)

Smart-working, class hero
From the bottom to San Siro
Rough diamond like sapphire
Bro, put down your iron, the steam one
I'm on point, big joint
I'm a legend, Pink Floyd
Sig Freud, G Floyd
Okitask
My jaw is going nuts, I'm the movie "Thе Mask"
I'm a visionary, like ayahuasca
Bro, I'm on Mars, call Elon Musk (uoh)
Platinum records, holes in my socks
I sleep on thе floor between some drunk girls
Even though I made tons of money
I swear to you, the things haven't changed
Life's a bitter pill, bro, it's a wax monster
I smoke my fears, I turn them into a flag
You wonder if life is better now
I close myself off, it's freezing outside
I sleep at night and I fall down (brr)
I wake up more livid (brr)
I hate drugs, but I love that thrill

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