What are these people in banknotes about
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We spend nerves, hardly for good
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Stuffed belly, stuffed fucker
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Stuffed wallet, we trample for the truth
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Correctly folded briquette from the text
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And we are customs here with a fresh protest
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Ale, excitement in stock
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We are for the culture of Minsk subsistence
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We cannot see the wealth of surpluses, fashion trends
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I come from the village, but in the center of attention of urban types
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Tramp of secondhand clothes
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Foggy look, languid copper
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Turn yourself on and turn off techno
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Turn on the project, don't bring down the horizon
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While puddles easily tumble rain
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But we know that - there is no need to throw off the ballast
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Time will arrange - victory on the scales is not important
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Money sticks and smells like honey,
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But lust will remind you of tar
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Masterfully flew off the coin offers
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First of all you are human
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Overcome the fear of losing a shoveler
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We are not animals to trust instincts
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Trust loved ones in search of happiness
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Looking for a spark, come on
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As if weightless
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As if weightless
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As if weightless
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We are, as if weightless
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As if weightless
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As if weightless
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As if weightless
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We are, we are here as if weightless
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Each of my numbers is 7
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Every one of my foes hangs
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Each of my houses is life
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Every jump is an elevator
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Between districts it's jazz and solo
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And today is the hour of the clock
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Children twist, but not cigarettes
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I'm sorry I didn't see
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This is the juice
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I have always been for relatives
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So rub on the nose
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You will not pull me away with the bait in the form of sums
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People dig a hole, but I see them as servants
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If it is necessary, then I will kill your bitches
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Hey
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This is my strength garden
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Hey
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This is my heaven
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Hey
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This is my girl's ass
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She needs joy in me
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So much for the family
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To live here for a day
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To live like a turret
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Fighting them all off
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Weight on the neck, but I did not disappear
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After all, this is a matter of all years
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Because that's what my father did
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After all, I'm the last in the family
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I won't leave the city, east
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I won't leave my friend, love
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This is my house and I keep my clan in it at number 7
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Each of my numbers is 7
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Every one of my foes hangs
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Each of my houses is life
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Every jump is an elevator
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As if weightless
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As if weightless
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As if weightless
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We are, we are here as if weightless
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As if weightless
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As if weightless
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As if weightless
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We are, as if weightless |