| It's a quarter to one, I want to leave, but not right now
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| Chill on the shoulders, the area will not let you get bored
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| The authorities of the city, proudly, wearing a muzzle in order
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| Orphans are fed to faggots, and where is your morphine?
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| If the game, then for life, for your deuces, aces
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| Your desire to fight will burst like a soap bubble
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| Also, where are your boys?
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| At the moment when you get cunts in someone else's quarter
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| Healthy guys counted with three fingers
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| The rest that is, even doubling, count the assholes
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| There are so many condoms nearby, the word of honor for which
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| Together with sweat through the pores will leave your city
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| Polythene dome, dead in a minute
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| Here every third Robin Hood, for justice, tinder
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| Do you want to live like this, the choice was made by yourself wood like
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| The evil one is nearby, read the contract more carefully
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| An amulet for good luck, in business slowly, Cadillac rustles along the concrete skyscrapers
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| And in the light of the headlights, the faces of the residents of the sleeping quarters became... Bulletproof.
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| Bulletproof. |
| Bulletproof. |
| Bulletproof. |
| Bulletproof.
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| Bulletproof. |
| Bulletproof. |
| Bulletproof. |
| Bulletproof.
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| At the next intersection I said goodbye to combs
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| On short hair and still unobtrusive
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| There seems to be enough air, but he didn’t breathe
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| I would have to hand over Gosa before August, otherwise cunt
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| For a long time I do not feel the ground in insane lines
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| He became more rude, in relation to people legible
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| I saw the fear with my own eyes, now I can say for sure
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| God was by my side that dark night,
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| And in London there are cyclones again, and our area breathes hashish
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| And everything is as usual, crooks and crows
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| Football tournaments are yard, pipes are stolen
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| I'm trying to quit drinking, but as always, it's pointless
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| Feeling fearless, fearlessly not feeling fear
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| Non-spontaneous power, the cabinet of ministers resigned
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| Non-spontaneous arguments for grieving widows
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| Dinner is ready, and tomorrow it will be plov
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| And what do you say when in the backyard of your house
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| Someone not local will install a radar, a flock will take root,
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| And I do not forget and remember, you hear, I do not forget and remember
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| An amulet for good luck, in business slowly, Cadillac rustles along the concrete skyscrapers
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| And in the light of the headlights, the faces of the residents of the sleeping quarters became... Bulletproof.
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| Bulletproof. |
| Bulletproof. |
| Bulletproof. |
| Bulletproof.
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| Bulletproof. |
| Bulletproof. |
| Bulletproof. |
| Bulletproof. |