| I haven't slept for a year
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| Every night is a record. |
| Every day, then zombies
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| Even falling asleep for a minute
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| In it I see my solo album on the beat
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| Blinking slowly, I stick to the monitor
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| And it seems to me now the eyelids will stick together
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| In half an hour I need to fuck your party
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| But not your bitch, I press REC
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| I'm 'bout to punish the hot beat right now again
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| You are exactly with those, exactly where you should be right now
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| Everything in order: louds, cups, someone's bitch right now
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| Listen, it hears my drunken speech right now
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| She picks up the phone and changes from normal mode to flying mode.
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| Then he yells: “Pour more!”. |
| Yes, I'm so understanding
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| But nigga, not me, not my homie won't try to pretend
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| That we want to be like their comrades
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| Bitch fill my cup. |
| Bitch, bring me a cigar
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| Fuckboy, only take pictures of me when I'm in Armani Shades
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| Someone thought half, someone a quarter, someone even a whole
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| My friend doesn't have six in his pocket
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| All I see in the morning is garbage
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| He seems to be following me everywhere, the fucking policeman
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| I tell 'em, "Trace that pale guy with chalk"
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| They sued for bank cards - homicide
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| My favorite cocktail will kill these gays - homo-cide
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| Fucking on the other side of them - this is homo-side
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| At first we went to wash our hands, in the end we got out of the shower
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| And some strange foam in her hair
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| Fuck dabbing, medieval epic
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| I'm sick forever, where's the fucking medic until he dies on a stretcher
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| He assured me himself that my vers's look devilishly believable
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| That's why he punched my SIM card number
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| I myself always go to meet souls weak to temptations
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| And pulls like a magnet my devilish flow
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| Them at any range. |
| Their pain and fears became glass in my car
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| And only because of me it's warm here
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| And everyone who enters my house is deader than Dead Dynasty, boy
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| It's easier for me not to lie, that's why now my beautiful hangout
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| It will show the circle of suicide, the skill has and will send the fuck of mediocre types
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| How I herd it in the micro
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| Hey hey, I entered your spot
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| Lights flickered everywhere, now there's a new lingo
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| I go to your wheezing, your exhausted look
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| You have a whole weight and several liters
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| Hey hey, I entered your spot
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| Lights flickered everywhere, now there's a new lingo
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| I go to your wheezing, your exhausted look
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| You have a whole weight and several liters
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| Look around
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| Demons start the ball
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| Creepy masks carnival,
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| And under them is emptiness
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| Look around
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| Demons start the ball
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| Creepy masks carnival,
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| And under them is emptiness |