| I can do it with my eyes closed
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| Ha ha ha ha! |
| Drinking beer!
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| Ha ha ha ha!
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| spotlight. |
| lowlife.
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| spotlight. |
| lowlife.
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| These fools are flattered if I answered.
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| They say that I have
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| Something is bombing and I'm a fucking rapper -
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| But if it were true, it would be your business
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| Then up to my person, bitch? |
| No, fuck!
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| And as for me, pointing at downs with a finger
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| You will not become smarter - the smartest one, bitch.
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| You need to be simpler;
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| You need to be simpler;
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| You expect only bangers from me -
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| I'm waiting for Frank Ocean to roll me in.
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| Waiting for people to start thinking
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| Before doing, I would go to the square
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| And sang them songs of love and kindness,
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| But they only need a branded moshpit.
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| Signature slam me again
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| Ilya and a couple of battles, we are actually in your city.
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| I'll take your bitch to my house,
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| Now this is not a problem in your city either.
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| Warmed up iTunes in the morning,
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| Arrived by lunchtime for Live.
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| I tell my mom bye
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| And in an hour I leave Online for a week.
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| EHF Lifestyle! |
| EHF Lifestyle!
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| This night, Compros and my Squad
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| An hour to sleep and at the rate of Moscow.
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| Shine!
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| EHF Lifestyle! |
| EHF Lifestyle!
|
| My homie took out a Ziploc
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| And he took out the sirocco, shouted:
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| Say What? |
| Countryman!
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| EHF Lifestyle! |
| EHF Lifestyle!
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| Throw mountains of sim cards!
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| Stay fly mobiles,
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| But it always catches the signal!
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| EHF Lifestyle! |
| EHF Lifestyle!
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| I spent the last
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| Mower - don't worry, boy;
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| We are waiting for collection!
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| I don't like fuckers, because in the morning
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| You can't kick them out of the hut until you feed them.
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| Give me the laptop here, and get ready with a bullet -
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| Smoke later, "Mula fell to us" -
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| I beacon my sidekick.
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| This is a spotlight, my flow is live.
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| Even when everything is not all right
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| We will always get ourselves
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| Adventure and company.
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| Although this is all true, today will find us
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| Tax will not find this house;
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| A whole regiment of traffic police will not find this basin!
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| Don't you want war? |
| You are fugazi.
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| Because now Benghazi is shining for you.
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| (Pow, pow, pow, pow!)
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| I slept through hundreds of insomnias.
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| I look at the notebook, and there are so many stories!
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| I convinced my conscience with my modesty -
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| I look further and further, everything is not more decent there.
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| On the wet floor right next to the bathroom
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| I realized that you flew far from just writing.
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| Your boyfriend doesn't even know, we're in the meat at your hut.
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| Your body is heaven. |
| Yes, I'm a romantic and an astrophysicist (Oh, yes!)
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| Don't you like to call a spade a spade?
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| Then get on your knees and breathe into me (Oh yeah!)
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| I'm the only rapper on my team
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| But my guys rhyme better than all your hypemans!
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| EHF Lifestyle! |
| EHF Lifestyle!
|
| This night, Compros and my Squad
|
| An hour to sleep and at the rate of Moscow.
|
| Shine!
|
| EHF Lifestyle! |
| EHF Lifestyle!
|
| My homie took out a Ziploc
|
| And he took out the sirocco, shouted:
|
| Say What? |
| Countryman!
|
| EHF Lifestyle! |
| EHF Lifestyle!
|
| Throw mountains of sim cards!
|
| Stay fly mobiles,
|
| But it always catches the signal!
|
| EHF Lifestyle! |
| EHF Lifestyle!
|
| I spent the last
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| Mower - don't worry, boy;
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| We are waiting for collection! |