| 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
|
| And bitch I know everything
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| Better come with me
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| 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. |