Noise in my head, herd under the hood
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From zero to a hundred in just a few seconds
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Self-confident as a brand new meren
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I fly through life to the appointed point
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guardian angel my bodyguard
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The fate of the cinema I am an enthusiastic spectator
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Hope the credits start soon
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And then I took a lot of popcorn with me
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The car is German and looks like a bandit
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In the salon, the one whom I call close
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Gives me greetings from Baku
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From cherems and clays, from everyone who is close to us
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We are in one bundle like birch branches
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Things are like in a fairy tale but a fairy tale for adults
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And there is always one option that
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Outfit will add bracelets to the outfit
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Outfit will add bracelets to the outfit
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But we do not need such heating
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We are not bandits but they say so
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We love to read, but not the Criminal Code of the Russian Federation
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I rap but I don't read books
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Always in life was tear and throw away
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I was often prophesied the fate of the dunce
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since then I don't believe in psychics at all
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With me everywhere the spine is a gull
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With laughter from the barrel he makes noise
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If suddenly words do not help in the batch
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Let's laugh together
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Within the walls of the department I will get rid of the case
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Articles of the Criminal Code ricochet off the body
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As if they have a children's pestle on me bronik
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I have armor on, but this is my cross
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The system puts seals on all of us
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You're just a number in a big general chat
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Take it all for fun
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Until loomed in the protocol
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Outfit will add bracelets to the outfit
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But we do not need such heating
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We are not bandits but they say so
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We love to read, but not the Criminal Code of the Russian Federation |