Unreal, telegram product
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Shared type feels signature sound
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Rookies, veterans, alchemists zer good
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This is Siberia, bro, just take it here
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How many stars have gone out, and we bend our labor
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It's nonstop hot here, like an hour's rush in Peru
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Who represents the country, and who is the public debt here
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They don't like scumbags here
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Here they press the paw for the depth and for the essence
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Males quietly piss, I know we all graze,
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But sorry, kisul, the truth is still more expensive
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Boy faces have been rocking here since the 90s
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And I already saw terabytes, I knew I lived
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Come on, you will feel where the power is, where the bed crunched
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They even throw them to the point of nausea, but for some reason it's not scary
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And our trio flies so that God forbid everyone
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Chorus x2:
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I threw stones for good luck and threw the jackpot
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White chip Nitros, draw, forget
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My fate with a stick, fix your eyebrows and mascara
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Deeds, deeds, deeds, we believe in the interweaving of souls
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Eternal stimulant endless progress
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Internal engine fact, body kit on the motor
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We moved, rolled, brother, we fumble the world of heaven,
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But we do not leave the world, the cross is drawn to heaven
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And let there be light in the darkness or shine in the wave
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My answer is "yes" in color, my answer is to be here
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You play with fate, and my grace
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My life is a crash test, but try to take it off
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Rap dirt, primitive, here is a reactive
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Rap, communication, team, just don't shine the scum
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Let's fly rapshuttle, complex rap, high skring
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Port rap, duel, go hard, dream team
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There is a movement visited, there is a quality, we are online
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Shaky bridge of love from discord of weakness
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When life is not enough, when there is nowhere to row
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There is a little joy for their own here
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Chorus x2:
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I threw stones for good luck and threw the jackpot
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White chip Nitros, draw, forget
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My fate with a stick, fix your eyebrows and mascara
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Deeds, deeds, deeds, we believe in the interweaving of souls |