| Khm-khm-mmm
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| Khm-khm-khm-khm
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| Khm-khm-khm-khm
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| ahem
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| Looking for a move, the door is closed - climb out the window
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| Look for a way out, lay low
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| Glory this, Glory that
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| Art Hoe, parasite, it's so satisfying and warm here
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| You took on the role
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| And now you want a share
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| Son of a jackal, check it out, check it out, how I love it
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| Appreciate how I slap it, appreciate how I sculpt it
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| Appreciate-appreciate-appreciate-appreciate, goldfinch, texture
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| In vain you are fooling, you are persecuting a fool, check out how I conjure
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| Write off will not work, it was the 19th
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| Refs are as simple as my two fingers
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| Not rich yet, but already bored
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| You create the appearance, you want to seem
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| Pseudo delving into art is art
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| Both self-repetition and secondary feeling
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| I'm in eternal fire, and then thick, then empty
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| Eternal machinations, the search for taste
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| I draw in my mind and juggle the essence
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| I started from the outside and went a long way
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| Check it out bro album
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| Can I have a photo? |
| No, later
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| Go fuck yourself, motherfucker, auf
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| Art hoes, art hoes, art hoes, art hoes
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| Art hoes, art hoes, art hoes, art hoes
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| Art hoes, art hoes, art hoes, art hoes
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| Art hoes, art hoes, art hoes, art hoes
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| I heard it all and I know it all
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| I saw it all with different eyes
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| Yes, faces change like slides
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| I'll come here tomorrow - you've already been swapped
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| Friend! |
| I can't hear you upstairs
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| But you're lying like a spirit
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| Walking here and there, wandering half dead
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| Collect chips, monitor the sound
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| Budgets, ghostwriter, rent, greenhouse
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| Concerts, babes, cash in Goyard
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| Grave, land and a sign on the house
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| Not everything is like in the West, everything is as usual
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| Cosiness!
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| I have nowhere to fall - I take myself a suit
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| I'm writing all this, and I can't sleep
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| And do not settle down, do not turn anywhere |