Fast life fast BPM, uh
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Cigarette in one hand, JBL in the other, uh
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Before you write a soft warm text, uh
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I'll steal your pen like the Czech president, uh
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When I'm in your club I act like down, uh
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I spit on my mother and your head says wow, uh
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I'm sitting in the hotel like time stands still, uh
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All we have is a new beat and new bars, yeah
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I am a performer, and when I leave the block of flats, a person immediately stops me
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Hey Gleb, you gave a really great track respect yesterday
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Come to the concert, thanks for the support man
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But music also contains another element
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Yesterday I was sitting at a bar in a strange club
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And a girl with a little tattoo stops me
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He starts a monologue about the telling value
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He wants to tell me about it by force
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As her younger brother listens to me
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And my sound misleads him
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He has the worst grades at school
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He goes to parties, but I'm the one to blame
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For God's sake, please don't bother with my lyrical content
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Try buying him a motivational rap for Christmas
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And I believe that he will become president
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Fast life fast BPM, uh
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Cigarette in one hand, JBL in the other, uh
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Before you write a soft warm text, uh
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I'll steal your pen like the Czech president, uh
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When I'm in your club I act like down, uh
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I spit on my mother and your head says wow, uh
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I sit on hotels like time stands still, uh
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All we have is a new beat and new bars, yeah
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Dymer arrives at the bar, and all of a sudden there is chaos and shouting
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The fool smashed his drink in the face again
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He unzipped the zipper and pulled out his dick
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And it's five dudes versus ouu shit
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I had to act like a diplomat again
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And I'm glad we won't fight with them
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Bullshit like my fella drank a lot
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He doesn't control himself, I'm sorry and dik
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The whole club hates us when they see us, it's anti-hype
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The whole club hates us when they see us, it's anti-fame
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Your drunk fella's Instastories can ruin your life one day ugh
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I know you didn't count on that, but you're going to have a debate with your boyfriend about what an idiot you are, huff
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When I'm in your club, I pretend to be
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I spit on my mother and your mother says
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When I'm in your club, I pretend to be
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I spit on my mother and your mother says
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When I'm in your club, I pretend to be
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I spit on my mother and your mother says
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When I'm in your club, I pretend to be
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I spit on my mother and your mother says
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TV on, my gaze is blank
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Slovak showbiz is so fucking beautiful
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Everyone is so tanned, healthy and happy
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I would really like to know what pills they are taking
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If any of you happen to be listening to this track
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So please message me the names right away
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And I'll take it all at once
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Pale face, quickened breath, look at us
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We clean a frozen car with a credit card
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We leave the morning smog behind the steering wheel
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Somewhere beyond the city up and down through streams and forest
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Vrrrr mini-mini-minimal base
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BBC Radio we don't want to be busy today
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A cigarette in his hand but a lighter in his other jacket, that's good, Mr
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We are sitting in the loft office again
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They want to know when I will finally sign it
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They are trying to convince me that they have a good direction for me
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My conscience tells me that I should send them to
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My flow is technical but still with soul
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I'm like a robot with a rose on the mic
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My flow is technical but still with soul
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I'm like a robot on the mic
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Fast life fast BPM, uh
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Cigarette in one hand, JBL in the other, uh
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Before you write a soft warm text, uh
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I'll steal your pen like the Czech president, uh
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When I'm in your club I act like down, uh
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I spit on my mother and your head says wow, uh
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I sit on hotels like time stands still, uh
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All we got is a new beat and new bars, brr |