We don't need no one no nothing in love like
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And until the last album I thought life ma bomb
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How many whined me in the district you spend a lot,
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But I poured everything into music, I didn’t know my own threshold
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And with this staff, I will drive you a smoker
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With my start, yes, I will punish you like heavenly mana
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I will be filled with goodness like a bottle of water from one
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I will fall on the grass and ask luck to follow me
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May our paths be inscrutable and
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We break the bones with a black strip of suckers fuck mowed
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We create clouds from a wheelbarrow that keeps coming down
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Exhale everything from yourself, you can't do it
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Brothers, how are you, the machine guns in the fuck
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Gives GZ on gases and walks smoothly
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People are having fun, you don't care,
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But I don't give a fuck about you anymore, half-poker understood
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We don't need no one no nothing in love like
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And until the last album I thought life ma bomb
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How many whined me in the district you spend a lot,
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But I poured everything into music, I didn’t know my own threshold
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(Verse: Brovnik)
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Didn't see the light from the sun, couldn't make out the color
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It’s not enough for me that the fucking shone, only the lights were on
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What the hell else to dream about, I sawed half the album in a frenzy
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My voice suddenly yells in other people's yards from all nine
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(But you are alone)
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No, it's not like that, the face of my brothers is with me
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Banknotes look unlikely to give a fuse if you are a favorite. |
Is not it?
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We go forward no matter how much we fall
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(And what in the distance)
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And I fucking know, and should I...
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(Verse: AUGU$T)
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I'll burn for centuries, but the time has come for serious lines
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I know that a windbreaker will not save you from a wind rose
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The goal of life is to run bit by bit without leg fatigue
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I will read until Dimasta comes and closes his mouth
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Hey don't aim at my house
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40 Celsius for later
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Blood and concrete everywhere
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And I'm buried in it (yo)
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And my wild sound
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Breaks their cabins
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Skill to save is Skills epithets
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I take out my bolt
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It's a trap scepter
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Rewind me? |
Yes, you skipped the gift
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There are a lot of bitches in the bar, I counted them myself
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Boy what's your spirit? |
You pee behind the eyes
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(Verse: Quandard)
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Born on the outskirts of the city
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In his own shot, everyone thinks in his own way
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Yes, I'm alone, and you're an asshole with ten
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Ask if they will listen to your whining (yaw)
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We drown for culture, not about
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We are waiting for opponents, but are there many? |
(There they are!)
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Garbage with questions will come up
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Fuck you bitches, I'm not fucking under interrogation
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Listen man it happens
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Your truth weighs less than chocolate medals
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Get out of the area, otherwise you will be depressed
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Fuck a bald man, but you don't possess
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"Yes, I will not betray" ha ha, we have seen such
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Even if we don't go further along the way
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Need help then I'm in touch
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Brother, take us to the stars
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Can stick a sticker
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We have chosen our vector No lies |