Someone became big, someone small, or maybe
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Someone is just starting to stomp to their first TOP
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And failure, we pass the baton in a circle
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Someone builds an empire, someone destroys, someone googles
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Well, the bitch is fate, she speaks like clockwork
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To someone: "Fuck you", and to someone "I agree"
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But in a circle, my life is the top, after the pit
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These are bitches, one cuts the veins, and the other salami, hey
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There will be no bitch, she takes out the door with meat
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Either they ate, or they give away, or they take away the cashier from you
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And don't care that we walk up the stairs, and don't care
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We walk alone or hand in hand with someone, but in the end
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We stand and pray on our knees, either we spend or we save
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Either money or time, but we do not spoil the clubs
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Endless hands and contrary to your path
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We are complete fools, but not you!
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In a circle, ready to go
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In a circle, find yourself
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In a circle, then let go
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In a circle, brother and you
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In a circle, a wave is coming
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In a circle, but not drown
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In a circle, handed out to us
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Round
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Stop whining, I came here to get mine, but we are dumb
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And we don't we unthinkably surrender this world, every round
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Raises the stakes, but I showed in practice
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That with me the battle is not sugar, this moment
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Remember yours and no one else
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From now on, the beat is the only purpose of my flow
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From now on be the only purpose of my word
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And just a black stripe for my white sneakers
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My trampoline. |
I began to fire at you here like a machine gun,
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But I lay down for the landfill, my new one here feeds the air
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Yes, I'm bending my line, now what? |
I'm going in circles!
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Yes, I don’t collect clubs, but I collect troops, this is a verse!
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Which I break as I want here. |
How do I read like that?
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Call it a miracle, because until the knock
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Don't bring the last one in your chest, I'll lay down my life bitch
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Not for a bed, but for beats
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Where are you going?
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In a circle, ready to go
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In a circle, find yourself
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In a circle, then let go
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In a circle, how long to go
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In a circle, a wave is coming
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In a circle, there is a war
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In a circle, go (are we dreams?)
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Round
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Stop whining or you'll be taken over by the world's ghouls
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Where "blockers" and Tina Kandelaki are read
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And we write poetry, I see every Bashlachov,
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But in the open window we double click without things
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And here it is impossible to remain as it was
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And we are either drug addicts, we are dying, or from a healthy lifestyle
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At the top of the hike, the DJ "pitched" us like vinyl
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Everything is in a circle, from empty hope to empty war
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And this world will outlive, alas, any God, but for a moment
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And we are again on the threshold of two paths, where to go?
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And you are walking the beaten path, not into the forest
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And in a circle, and you are at the door again, take a step
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Break this loop with yourself, everything will interfere with you
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From die to love, everyone will shout: "Fool"
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Everyone will mumble: "do not rub"
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But either a step is taken or the circle closes
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In a circle, in a circle, in a circle
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In a circle, in a circle, in a circle
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In a circle, in a circle, in a circle
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Stop going in circles
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Fuck go! |
Round
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You don't drown, in a circle
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Serotonin, around
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To wake up, in a circle,
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But this fight, in a circle
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Of course, in a circle
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Hey
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In a circle, hey
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In a circle, hey
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In a circle, hey |