It's Not My Town Songtext
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The one who calls me insane, me pregunto quién?
'Cause no one around nows in fact my name
Quien sabe quien soy, back in town
Is waiting the moment just to bring me down
Check the body not found, bullets around
Who cries now, would you open your mouth
La gente odia without sense like a fobia
If is not your bussines stay back I told you
Who can really feel respect for your words
'Cause no one around nows in fact my name
Quien sabe quien soy, back in town
Is waiting the moment just to bring me down
Check the body not found, bullets around
Who cries now, would you open your mouth
La gente odia without sense like a fobia
If is not your bussines stay back I told you
Who can really feel respect for your words
I don't think I should stay more
Town It's not my blood It's not my town
Don't tell me shit in front of muerte
For sure in future you won't have that suerte
Esta véz no convengo que siempre te creas the god of the 'hood
Who decides who really scare us!
Damn aggression, bad presagio
Come when it's time just to see the epitafio
Keep the distance sigue tu camino have respect for the kings and for me
que soy latino
And those who call me insane don't even know my name
And those who call me insane don't even play my game
7 es tu náºmero de suerte habrá¡ 6 muertos y un sobreviviente
Es mi trato nato only for the novato, I'll give him respect no more licor barato
I've heard a million versions of the same reflection
I'm looking around and faking is prevention A gift of what I have in mind, aggression has begun and you loose your time
Town It's not my blood It's not my town
Don't tell me shit in front of muerte
For sure in future you won't have that suerte
Esta véz no convengo que siempre te creas the god of the 'hood
Who decides who really scare us!
Damn aggression, bad presagio
Come when it's time just to see the epitafio
Keep the distance sigue tu camino have respect for the kings and for me
que soy latino
And those who call me insane don't even know my name
And those who call me insane don't even play my game
7 es tu náºmero de suerte habrá¡ 6 muertos y un sobreviviente
Es mi trato nato only for the novato, I'll give him respect no more licor barato
I've heard a million versions of the same reflection
I'm looking around and faking is prevention A gift of what I have in mind, aggression has begun and you loose your time
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