The last time I looked messy
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Tired look, my clothes are rumpled
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In Minsk, it is indecent to cough up the elders
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The last time I looked messy
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The Sun is rising
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Tired people fall into the warmth
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It lulls the body
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But I again take up the micro
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Tra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta
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I shoot a machine gun from words
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Tra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta
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I don't let go of the microphone
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Tra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta, ta
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Tra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta
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Gave a furious glance
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The clip is empty, the stuffing is in the meat, the sieve
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Tra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta
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I shoot a machine gun from words
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Tra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta
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I don't let go of the microphone
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Tra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta, ta
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Tra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta
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Gave a furious glance
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The clip is empty, the stuffing is in the meat, the sieve
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I start a new day
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Order of important things
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How to cheer up today
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Need to make a couple of plans
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I put my thoughts in order
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I'll put in the effort to succeed
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My route "dash" concert
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Need to go to a couple of places
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I am not a killer, but there is a trunk
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I'm not a killer, so what
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News reports - nonsense
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There were no cops at the studio
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I'm not smart, but there is a sense
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I'm not sweet, so what
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How do you like my principle
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Go to the end, stand your ground
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My brothers are only black
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Only white hunter
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My brothers are family
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Everyone knows and fears
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My brothers are only black
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Only only white decoys
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My brothers are the best
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Again
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My brothers are only black
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Only white hunter
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My brothers are family
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Everyone knows and fears
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My brothers are only black
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Only only white decoys
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My brothers are the best
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beware
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We look one hundred percent
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A mask is not needed anywhere
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Vibe whips from the larynx, fire in the eyes
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And we are waiting for the moment when the sounder
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Turn on the bass, and you're under the stage
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A burst from a machine gun will destroy you instantly
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Tra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta
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I shoot a machine gun from words
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Tra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta
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I don't let go of the microphone
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Tra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta, ta
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Tra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta
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Gave a furious glance
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The clip is empty, the stuffing is in the meat, the sieve
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Tra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta
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I shoot a machine gun from words
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Tra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta
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I don't let go of the microphone
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Tra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta, ta
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Tra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta
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Gave a furious glance
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The clip is empty, the stuffing is in the meat, the sieve
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Siren sounds flood the spot
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Flashing lights illuminate our silhouette
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But we
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Through the back door we jump into the car
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We drive to our "castles" to the dacha
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In bags, human stuffing shines
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Energy, happiness huge packs
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The crowd was fooled by our charm
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Having reprimanded the program, they stole your best qualities
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Phew
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Break away from the chase
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Another concert, bags to capacity
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Excitement inside replaces joy
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Get pissed off by the nose (hey)
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We drive by the nose (s)
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We drive by the nose, by the nose (hey)
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We drive by the nose (s)
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We drive by the nose, by the nose (hey)
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Tra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta
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I shoot a machine gun from words
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Tra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta
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I don't let go of the microphone
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Tra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta, ta
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Tra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta
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Gave a furious glance
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The clip is empty, the stuffing is in the meat, the sieve
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Tra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta
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I shoot a machine gun from words
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Tra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta
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I don't let go of the microphone
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Tra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta, ta
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Tra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta
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Gave a furious glance
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The clip is empty, the stuffing is in the meat, the sieve |