Don't treat me
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And don't move your hand
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I'm already big
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And bitch I know everything
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Better come with me
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Dance or play
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Sing or read
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Sing or read.
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I listen to scrap, I know myself, I know everything myself,
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Suitcase with dough, and how much is there, bitch is everything,
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There, all my years are on the "covered", all debts and loans,
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The tables that were set for me were also family grievances.
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Counted the enemies from the first to the last,
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Curling fingers all but the middle one,
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Lay down can't fall asleep at 5 o'clock,
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Here something needs to be changed, mother,
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For the conversation of the deaf-mutes, light is needed,
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And I need your yes instead of no
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I'll cover you like a bulletproof vest
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You will cover me like a warm blanket.
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Give me a son in July, but so that only a lion,
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I'll buy you that necklace, Tula Tokarev for him,
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Kruzak from Japanese or Bavarian sedan,
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My son is my sun, my son is my sun,
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I would like luck as a phone ringtone
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So that every call makes me happy in the end,
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Who steals asks for forgiveness from the icons,
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Whoever steals icons asks for forgiveness from God.
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Don't treat me
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And don't move your hand
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I'm already big
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And bitch I know everything
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Better come with me
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Dance or play
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Sing or read.
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Don't treat me
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And don't move your hand
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I'm already big
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And bitch I know everything
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Better come with me
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Dance or play
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Sing or read
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Sing or read.
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I know everything about everything
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Still, life has been bearing for 31 years,
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And you probably dried up, and that's all,
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It doesn't matter which lane you crossed
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Whether on the road two solid or,
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The road is on the table and I'm fucking free again Willy
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I would not put here not a word, like Ed Hill,
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And to the door of my soul I would strengthen the guard,
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And heaven would not piss me off
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If I reached them with my hand without an extra roar,
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But no matter how much you try, I know myself,
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You can't reach the sky except to reach the sky,
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And not to say that I was wrapped up,
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It's like counting to a hundred on your fingers for the hundredth time,
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It's just the tenth all on the same rake,
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It's like more than once it's time to namuti,
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And I scratched the walls with my nails,
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Keeping your fragile ship afloat
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And I would dance my hands from my chest, scattering,
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I know how to live by myself, it's a pity I can't dance...
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Don't treat me
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And don't move your hand
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I'm already big
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And bitch I know everything
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Better come with me
|
Dance or play
|
Sing or read.
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Don't treat me
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And don't move your hand
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I'm already big
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And bitch I know everything
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Better come with me
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Dance or play
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Sing or read
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Sing or read. |