Everyone wants something to always start from scratch
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Since Monday, you saw yourself
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Behind a lot, in fact fucking
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Only the yard, the road, the frayed edges.
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Stop, listen, brother - you are not worried that someone will accidentally open something behind your back.
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Then stop the crane, the smile of a psycho and you do not believe the rumors
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The reality is, a knife in the back and you are fucking brother
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It's so stupid to listen to lies if you know the truth
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if you open up now it will justify itself
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You draw conclusions and shake your head, against this background you imagine a picture of life
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So many scum, bitch I'm fucking myself
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who call "bro" and ride on the ears
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Of course, there are those, you draw bridges
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this is not mom and dad, you accepted them
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Tell me who your friend is and I will tell you
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Worth it or not, true or nonsense
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You drive yourself, betrayal is all around
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In the hands of a crumpled photo, in the photo is a best friend
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Tell me who your friend is and I will tell you
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Worth it or not, true or nonsense
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You drive yourself, betrayal is all around
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In the hands of a crumpled photo, in the photo is a best friend
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Don't look a gift horse in the mouth
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We rowed ourselves from this dirty shallow
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Straight from the cradle was the desire to live
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How many moments together we had to go through
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Black streak wave of bad luck
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you turn on the headlights - a moment of insight
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Depresuha Red - zone red ZX500 will press into the sneakers to the point and dawn
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In the throat of a lump, I answer, the bitch is so lousy
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the mask of the motherfucker does not slip off the face
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Or psycho. |
Word the moral of the verse, live it's Rap with KRSK
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Four walls have become new friends, the phone is out of the zone, there is no network for you.
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Rumors were brought to life and left no shadow.
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I will only slightly close the forgotten doors in the future.
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Tell me who is your friend
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And I'll tell you - worth it or not, true or nonsense.
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You will drive yourself, betrayal around.
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In the hands of a crumpled photo, in the photo is a best friend.
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Tell me who is your friend
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And I'll tell you - worth it or not, true or nonsense.
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You will drive yourself, betrayal around.
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In the hands of a crumpled photo, in the photo is a best friend. |