| Nerves, pulse, air, course
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| Bitches, empty inside, schemes, plus
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| First party, first party
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| First party, first party
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| Presses at the temple, whiskey splashes
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| Leave me alone right now without strength, even though you have a cascade there
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| This bitch is up to her neck, but she spins me skunk
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| Lifestyle for waste, and it's too late to save us
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| Helicopters in the head, went through the campaign
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| Sirens of cops, but not GTA
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| I have five stars, it's about cognac
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| I go around the corner, go out the edge
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| Noname's friends are Hayes and Sativa,
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| But today it turned out that my main opponent
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| Yes, you know how sober and strong
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| Now staggers from a strong whitefish
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| One by one, one by one
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| Tobacco is not something, but today a hero
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| Dead tone, flex in question
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| War on stress - the main boss
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| I'm pouring from the hut, I forgot the checkpoint
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| I am not remembered
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| I change the recorder at the root
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| Not two-two-eight Adik, but on a Hydrapon
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| Low batary, my gameboy hasn't sat down yet (Yeah-ah)
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| Dance with me (Yeah-ah)
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| Wound regeneration
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| Of those who do not want to see the morning
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| It's a sale, you'll buy it in your bag
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| Crumpled banknotes, they do not contain large amounts
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| Looking for a store where there are 24/7
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| You pick up and smoke and into the dusk
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| I feel alone, even though there is a crowd around me
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| I hate this world, they will not answer for words
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| They pour a lot of water as if they had not turned off the tap
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| There is so much grass around, only we are not in the meadows
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| I leave and move on alcohol points, move on alcohol points
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| Don't follow me, I'm on alcohol points, go home, I'm on alcohol points
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| I move on alcohol points, look for me tomorrow
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| Today, however, this is the point, among these others, only me with damage
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| By alcohol points
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| I move on alcohol points x3
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| The navigator leads me straight to the bumps, will not dissolve in this white night
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| She also wants, but something is blocking, we will all finish on alcohol points
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| I reveal thoughts about how life is broken
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| And how many whitefish are pitched
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| And the ambulance will be in shock, calm
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| It doesn't rain again
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| All 360, far to HD
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| Here and now I'm dying inside
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| I feel alone, I feel so sick
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| Peter? |
| no, not local
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| There are cathedrals around, but where is my cross?
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| I am without a car, but a street racer
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| Mold inside, god bless you
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| (For heaven's sake)
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| I would run away from these
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| Deep, yes, so that the gills open
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| People around, I don't feel sorry for them
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| I devour everything greedily
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| I feel alone, even though there is a crowd around me
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| I hate this world, they will not answer for words
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| They pour a lot of water as if they had not turned off the tap
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| There is so much grass around, only we are not in the meadows
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| I leave and move on alcohol points, move on alcohol points
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| Don't follow me, I'm on alcohol points, go home, I'm on alcohol points
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| I move on alcohol points, look for me tomorrow
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| Today, however, this is the point, among these others, only me with damage
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| By alcohol points
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| I move on alcohol points x3
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| The navigator leads me straight to the bumps, will not dissolve in this white night
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| She also wants to, but what are you blocking, we will all finish on alcohol dots |