Step on the gas, you...
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Step on the gas, you...
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Step on the gas, you...
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Step on the gas, you...
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Step on the gas, you're afraid.
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So you will not catch up with this city.
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You either catch up or move over.
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Baby, wake up! |
Come on? |
Upotoro?
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The beat beats and sets the pace.
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This is drum&base, okay, not content.
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Every breath is a dollar, every breath is a cent.
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Don't be stupid, don't pro*bi moment.
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And everyone in the city sees you as a profit, hey.
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And every day, as if we are stepping on knives.
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I take everything for myself, but later than you
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And my regime has not thought about the regime for a long time.
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Everything works differently for each of us.
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In the form of a search for fire, no one will give these two.
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Someone music at max, someone all the way to the gas.
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This is a fast city, fast city.
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This is fast food, it took you all off the hinges.
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Every third asks "Relax",
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But I am drawn again, as if by a magnet.
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Your speed is your high and you must find
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That which will give you everything that you started to go after.
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That will help you run far ahead.
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What will make them shout "Wait, wait!"
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Forgot how to sleep. |
The body is adapted.
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We fly at speed
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Everyone is running somewhere and standing still
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Only if he is photographed.
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Move your feet boy speed!
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These people are chasing you (Speed!)
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Move your feet guy speed!
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These people are chasing you (Speed!)
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Move your feet guy speed!
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These people are chasing you (Speed!)
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Move your feet guy speed!
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These people are after you!
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Speed. |
Speed.
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Speed. |
Speed.
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Speed. |
Speed.
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Speed. |
Speed.
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Bit like a needle. |
The game is under my skin.
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And I will be short-sighted, trouble.
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I don't see where the end of this is or the line.
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These are your problems
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Somehow it all came in handy for me.
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I don't know exactly the topic,
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But we are always in phase, in style.
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Night, darkness. |
Moscow is like Gotham.
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My voice is with her, like a concern.
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Don't expect romance, no care.
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Overboard clothes, leave everything at home.
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From those circles of hell styles
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You are ready brother, we need everything.
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You smell lipstick on me like
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Together along the Moscow Ring Road.
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Your speed is your high and you must find
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That which will give you everything that you started to go after.
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That will help you run far ahead.
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What will make them shout "Wait, wait!"
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Forgot how to sleep. |
The body is adapted.
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We fly at speed, everyone is zombified.
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Everyone is running somewhere and standing still
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Only if he is photographed.
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Move your feet boy speed!
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These people are chasing you (Speed!)
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Move your feet guy speed!
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These people are chasing you (Speed!)
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Move your feet guy speed!
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These people are chasing you (Speed!)
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Move your feet guy speed!
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These people are after you!
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Speed. |
Speed.
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Speed. |
Speed.
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Speed. |
Speed.
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Speed. |
Speed.
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Speed. |
Speed.
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Speed. |
Speed.
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Speed. |
Speed.
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Speed. |
Speed. |