TRACK FOR MY ALBOS
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(Verse 1) In the shadows where the streets breathe, Albanian kings, no room for disbelief. Dark nights, plotting moves like chess, Hustle in my veins, can’t settle for less. Streets talk, whispers echo in the fog, Concrete jungle, I’m the wolf, you the dog. Eyes wide, watching every corner turn, Trust is a flame, and it’s ready to burn. (Verse 2) Silhouettes lurking, feel the tension rise, In this game of life, gotta cut the ties. Money on the line, loyalty on the scale, In the land of the brave, we prevail or we fail. Heart cold, got the city on my back, Echoes of the past, never fade to black. From Tirana’s heart to the world’s dark side, Albanian drill, it’s a dangerous ride.
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(Verse 1) In the shadows where the streets breathe, Albanian kings, no room for disbelief. Dark nights, plotting moves like chess, Hustle in my veins, can’t settle for less. Streets talk, whispers echo in the fog, Concrete jungle, I’m the wolf, you the dog. Eyes wide, watching every corner turn, Trust is a flame, and it’s ready to burn. (Verse 2) Silhouettes lurking, feel the tension rise, In this game of life, gotta cut the ties. Money on the line, loyalty on the scale, In the land of the brave, we prevail or we fail. Heart cold, got the city on my back, Echoes of the past, never fade to black. From Tirana’s heart to the world’s dark side, Albanian drill, it’s a dangerous ride.