The bastards around me know what it means
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When I say a sentence, I move on
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Those who don't know will find out on this track (Yah, okay, uh)
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I get lazy like a bear
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He calls me Hugo, he calls me Mefek
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Today we have a show
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Košice, then Prešov
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Well, don't sit at home anymore
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We are in the car listening to FM
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And that's where we get a defect
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So screw it
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We have to go on the train
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I buy tickets like crazy
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Kandel on the train is terrible
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We are sitting in the dining car
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Marshall Malinovski
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We kick each other with wooden vodkas
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Stupid bullshit by the glass
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Kysuck bricklayers drink with us
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It's a long way, so pour me some more
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I'm fucked up but let's move on
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An old broken-down Mazda is already waiting for us at the station
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The taxi driver listens to Slovak rap
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And he asks me if I don't mind that it's loud
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I'm on the road and dead
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And that bastard probably wants to piss me off by force
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Forty-year-old hip-hopper looks like a boss behind the wheel
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He asks us what music we play
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I immediately went to list the genres for him
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But then I looked at him
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And it occurred to me that let's move on
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20 minutes before the concert
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There is no mixer or microphone in the club
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Where is the promoter? |
Where is my cash?
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All around me are pissed off fans
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They ask when I will go on stage
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In the end, everything turned out fresh
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I wanted to talk to them again
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But one more show and we have to go
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One more show and we can't make it
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Mefek keeps telling me pome
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One more show and we can't make it
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Hugo keeps talking to me
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Yah, uh
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To lunch
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I have for lunch
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For lunch I have, uh
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Meeting with a commercial producer
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He has fun with somna as with dementia
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"Would you like a coffee? |
Would you like a cigarette?»
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No, I don't have time, I only have a moment
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Okay, Gleb, you know for showbiz
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Quite an interesting type
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The only thing you should change
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It's lyrics and beat and get a female singer on the feat
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And forget about the underground
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Just rap like a bum
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After all that, they start playing you
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You have to believe me, it will happen
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It will be top and perfect
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I tell him good pome on
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In the morning, I will receive a contract by email
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I will move it to the trash immediately
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I'm Gleb Guľomet, you know my answer
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Don't make plans and don't get your hopes up
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Do you want me to be a fake star?
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So it's better to move on
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I need a break from everyone
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I am buying two weeks of vacation
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Just the ocean and my girl
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I photograph everything like a Korean
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I fly in and I'm back in the game
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I have to go to a concert in two hours
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Straight to the concert from the airport
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While all I think about is the bed
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I haven't even unpacked yet
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I haven't even called my mom yet
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And I'm already standing in a smoky club
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(Uh) The ticket taker stares, moves on
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I need to focus before the show
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And to be in silence for at least a moment
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Well, I'm surrounded by a bunch of fettucine
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And they want to tell me what they have on their tongue
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LSD is what's on their tongue
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I have a new shirt, watch out for that cigarette
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Burnt hole, don't fuck
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So my DJ keeps playing
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I'm Satan on the stage
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Flame shoots from my muzzle
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Pussy MC are praying
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In the name of the Holy Spirit, Amen (Uh)
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I'm Satan on the stage
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Flame shoots from my muzzle
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Pussy MC is afraid
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I laugh and move on (Uh)
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Gopnik doesn't sleep, pome on
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Hundreds in fist, pome on
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Urban costume, pome further
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Mosh pit everyone, move on
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Gopnik doesn't sleep, pome on
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Hundreds in fist, pome on
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Urban costume, pome further
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Mosh pit everyone, move on
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Gopnik doesn't sleep, pome on
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Hundreds in fist, pome on
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Urban costume, pome further
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Mosh pit everyone, move on
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Gopnik doesn't sleep, pome on
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Hundreds in fist, pome on
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Urban costume, pome further
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Mosh pit everyone, move on |