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Baby, baby

Baby I Can Fly

Sick luke, sick luke

Izeh, izeh

Baby I Can Fly

One day come with me

I know how to cure

You come with me one day

With me, with me, with me

With me, with me, and with me

And with me, and with me, with me

With me, with me

You come with me one day

Levitating journey like a fachiro

You're discrediting the friendly family

I unleash my addiction to gadro

Frà's parcels around fan the thief cop

I smoke the essence

Clouds, clouds and fog

Around I have the brugole for those who need

I put it in place and the state stops me

I do the same that I don't care

Checkpoint: pieces of shit

Rather I throw it from the third to p-ground

Rather I throw myself running away into the grass

And these ugly fans but never like me

Everybody knows that, even your lameness

If I do the lameness on the piece

It's because I have to get your ear dirty

And you come with me that suits you

That you will see one day with me you have fun

Like that fan at the start of a derby

You're lousy with me: a press

Understand?

Izeh, izeh

Baby I Can Fly

One day come with me

I know how to cure

You come with me one day

With me, with me, with me

With me, with me, with me

With me, with me, and with me

And with me, and with me

Come with me one day

When you write me those things you know it's not true

That you stir me up so much for, but you'd like it behind

I'm made not to listen to you, so much so that you want to?

You don't listen and give opinions as if you knew

I who purpose you just because you don't understand

That you get confused in two seconds

Do you want the rod and the riesling

Then you're offended that you try to hit me

But do you recover? you should cover yourself!

In the street I keep hitting

I'm with the bandana and I don't like that purpose the scarce

Aperitif with cashew nuts

After I write to her if she wants to get caught

He's out at the bar with his bacardi

She's with friends, she doesn't want to do herself

Then she walks away to make herself

Above me, I equal a lioness

I'm leaving her for two hours, after I hang them up

This goes away with the red ass: slap print

I do 'one, two, three' though at the two run away

I do 'vroom vroom vroom' with rotten booster

You well you don't see me anymore

I fucked you well, maybe too much, don't get up anymore

I signed you the levi's, after the leggins no longer levied them

You smell my perfume everywhere so you don't get better

Baby I Can Fly

One day come with me

I know how to cure

You come with me one day

With me, with me, with me

With me, with me, with me

With me, with me, and with me

And with me, and with me

Come with me one day

All fucking days

Wild bandana

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