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His street is empty when the sun leaves it
He quietly closes his door, so that he doesn't wake her up
On the way every night even if it hurts her
No rules, no spark, no hope, no law
What can I do? Already done
The police are at the door, they drop the case
I seduced you back then, Apache has touched you
And today you're wearing Haute Couture
And going home
You don't need to cry
No, the blood on my shirt is not mine
Sleep in peace, I will stay at home tonight
I'm lying to you but you are aware, baby I'm sorry
The street, she calls
Yeah, she calls
The street, she calls
Yeah, she calls (yeah, she calls)
His street is full when the sun comes back (comes)
Still he sits at home and drinks Whiskey on the rocks (rocks)
He's fueling up a little power and running behind the block
With a black gym bag with a silver button
Two rings on each hand, T-shirt in waistband
Yeah, I poison the country, say, what is even healthy here
No, I will not get caught, pink ski mask, into the bank
Everything relaxed, everything without pressure
You don't need to cry
No, the blood on my shirt is not mine
Sleep in peace, I will stay at home tonight
I'm lying to you but you are aware, baby I'm sorry
The street, she calls
Yeah, she calls
The street, she calls
Yeah, she calls (yeah, she calls)
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