Before diving deep into the wilds of anger
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I will reveal my secrets like cards at the table
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They so want to squeeze me under the weight of sins,
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But don't forget, I'm not hiding anything here
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Yes, my text is a lot of dirty words
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They wrapped everything from head to toe
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Plus, we are with a degree on you, and smog inside my soul
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I inhale and exhale smoke
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While the doctor in the stethoscope says sternly: "don't breathe"
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Kids, don't repeat after me, take care of mom and dad
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How do I save all the alcohol for dirty pleasures
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Those nasty fun, where he happily sweated over
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To call us a taxi and get her into bed
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But is this a success? |
I'm sorry, I don't hear your opinion
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If you want to give advice, then better give it to the reflection
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It is any more useful interlocutor than I
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Your thoughts are worm food, it's not that important to me
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How to make money again, increase all sales
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Yes, I think about money, but the goal is to stop thinking about surrender
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Everything will not be here as before, now everything will be different
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If you don't like me, then unfollow me
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I don't try to be good if I can't please everyone
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You know, I tried to change clothes to be known to others,
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But in the end, why the fuck? |
I thought and scored
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Your shirt doesn't suit me, I'm a cretin in it
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Whatever the day, we sing
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We play with fire
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We have no place among people?
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So let's build a house
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I will not be an example to you
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Like, I know everything about good,
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But being yourself is more important than a career,
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And my manner is
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That I won’t drive, they say, the young hasla at the micro
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Give me bread and butter, fortified will come down, not wash
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After all, this prose loves the humble
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Where Prozac cures a bunch of troubles with the head
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They are always ready - ready to fuck the whole crowd
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And if dopamine doesn’t help, then your favorite easel will help out again
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Bitch
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A new glass and it looks like I was born on a new wave of sound
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In this notebook my parting words are written with drunken thoughts
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Always driven by jealous muses that won't forgive my long absence
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While I finish my glass, I finish the text, I finish the beat, there are lights in my eyes
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I'll talk as long as my throat burns, but I won't think of cutting this style
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He is a part of me like vulgarity and dirt of all nature
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I'm sickeningly disgusted with accepting myself when I'm smoky in the trash
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And rude and drunk, I'm a fool, shame!
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Forget that the feelings of ladies also have meaning,
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But we are only close in bed
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May your tears not roll, I dilute whiskey with them
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It's better to disappear as a story, and not sell a subscription
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Yes, I'm definitely not good if I don't please everyone
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You know, I tried to change clothes to be known to others,
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But in the end, why the fuck? |
Too much strength needed
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I won’t get on your team, well, I didn’t ask
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Whatever the day, we sing
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We play with fire
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We have no place among people?
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So let's build a house
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I will not be an example to you
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Like, I know everything about good,
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But being yourself is more important than a career,
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And my manner is |