And I'm still in this rap all that you don't like
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I only write in Moscow, and you stayed at home in clubs
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And those of us are gone, as if in a dream they were walking hand in hand with yards,
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But in the spring it snowed - we put our hands in our pockets
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And I won’t go back, your look doesn’t attract me anymore!
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There is no need to pick up the outfit that was dropped on the floor
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You are obsessed with poetry, it's not normal to read so much!
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Mom doesn't like you, look at the world right!
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You imagined yourself as Bastami and live with different phrases, rhymes
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So cool, damn it, but what kind of guy are you to me?
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It's not easy for me to live like this!
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We don't go anywhere!
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Your rap is like a hobby!
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You are as small as a hobbit!
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In the world of men with income:
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Pedestrian of pedestrians,
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And I want to go everywhere, and not stand at the entrance!
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STOP! |
I remember we closed this topic that morning
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When you tore my wings so gently with him!
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Take and throw away my love
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I haven't needed it for a long time
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For me now you are just zero in the world
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Circled with vulgar red lipstick! (2p)
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And I'm still all here in this rap, but without you only
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And maybe if we met each other we wouldn't recognize
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Do you remember leaving to read, stations, goodbye
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You said: "Forever love", and I - "Don't promise me"
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It was the first time I left believing in you
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The concert was huge and I read as the opening act
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She said: "You are the only one", but my number was knocked down,
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And with him I drank whiskey without cola, diluting it with me!
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I don't like songs about it, but these are not tears
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And I'll tell you a secret - I created this girl
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She is a deceit and fiction, she is in my fantasy
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I won’t give you her name just by throwing phrases
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Just a banal plot - let them put it on the radio,
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And that girl is not there, the other is behaving correctly
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And this is a myth. |
We were not. |
I shared my heart not with her,
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Or maybe someone is really blushing now |