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Tilegres – My Affair

(Intro)
Ah ahhh aha ha ha ha ahah

(Verse 1)

First they do ignore you, paying no attention
Then they start laughing at, having felt some tension
Then what they is fighting with you, trying to get some
And finally you win, leaving them completely done
That’s a simple logic, there’s no Nobel Prize for this
Bad move to resist, ‘cause it’s soft like a French kiss
If you wanna bake some diss, that’s all upon you
It got old, young ass, I prefer something new
Every day and every night I don’t lose my creepy sight
Vivid shit to your eyes, heed in all its fucking might
Bring your stacks to the site, we got swag, yes, you’re right
We’re the only ones who get it done and do it right
I don’t give a damn ‘bout what they tryna to tell
People on the side were, are and will be in the same lane
If we have a plan, soon we’ll have execution
Put it in the wrong line, you’ll get your portion of confusion, aaa

(Chorus)
I do my thang
You do my thang
They do my thang
We are in a bank
I do my thang
You do my thang
They do my thang
We are in a bank, bitch! (2x)

(Verse 2)

As I look around, a lot of louts are fronting out
Half-baked studs take a pony ride – whoaauuu!
Pretending is pretending, and right now I ain’t concerned
Strictly balling on the grind, I reap what I have earned
Babylon fell, Rome was burned to hell
I protect my capital with every God’s cell
My capital is me and those who are around
Prepare for the K.O., man, another round
I am writing from my heart, collaborating with my mind
Fools are around, I avoid them, feeling like a giant
We are doing good, much better than Godfather
There’s no Hollywood inside, real life is much sincere, brother

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)

Tripping while they are being clipped, I am not waiting for the feedback
They wanna do the same, unfortunately, they can’t get that
I am on the way up, they are on the way down
I do whatever I want, how does it sound
Yes, I am looking for the future, call me man-futurist
I’d better be on my own than suffer of consumerism
Through goddamnit years I saw enough fake heroism
So when people need a hero, I’ll be doing real this
You ask me where my crib is, homie, in a bank
On the road I’m chilling in a bulletproof tank
Not dependent on the rank, take it now and let it beat
Rare birds are flying high, aay, dope shit

(Chorus)
(Outro)
Ay ay ya ya
Shake your body like you’re riding in Buggatti (4x)
Fuck them out with your dough
Or stay fucked up by the digits (2x)


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