Broken streets, kids dream of me in the slums
That scary love, never get married love
Sons and daughters wander through the slums for running water
Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for
Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups
Back to the slums packed with psycho savages and thugs
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