Rare - Motta(147 visits)

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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