| Five am. |
| Steam coming out of the mouth.
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| We don’t bring down couples in the morning,
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| On the accounts again a mess,
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| We would not have goods in a pawnshop for "so".
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| In the eyes we read one thing (woah): we must raise. |
| (woah)
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| We know this is given, (woah) and in native casemates. |
| (woah)
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| But not like they (know) storage, marketing. |
| (know)
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| Hundreds of tries. |
| And all hundreds of attempts are not without a bright head.
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| Yes, I would have stolen long ago, I would have stolen long ago, like this one or that one or that one.
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| But experience, brother, sees that we won’t go far like that.
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| "Hold on straw, hold on" (woah) Our conscience call (woah)
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| Debt knockdown... Yes, yes, with insomnia in the clinch.
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| We are not a gang-watering can - our own track, the soul hurts a little.
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| A year ago, Bear's eyes dimmed in the dust of these epics.
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| Borrow, bro. |
| Help me out, I'll give it back.
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| You know, because I never ... As for business.
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| We found the problems ourselves (woah) and we will cover the gap ourselves (woah)
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| Chorus:
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| Brother, why are we getting into debt again?
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| Brother, why do we have to save forever?
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| Brother, I don't want to die here and like this.
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| Shoot our business. |
| Shut up and be patient.
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| No, bro, we are past micro-credit organizations.
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| No matter how many wolves you feed, as they say. |
| The wolf won't give up.
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| At least our feet led us there. |
| Like yesterday, they say today in All in.
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| They obviously knew only one way out - a narcologist - an oncologic dispensary.
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| The coin was waning (Woah) |
| The mother got sick. |
| (Woah)
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| I knew how to understand it - you need to raise it.
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| I thought I'd multiply - "a friend" threw a varicose. Loaded on the bet.
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| I called my relatives and disappeared with this fucking twenty.
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| Choke. |
| Hang Mary Magdalene on your tattoo.
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| And I continued to climb out, without a rat on my board.
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| In short, it's not the point, that's what I'm talking about.
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| We broke firewood in this wolf forest.
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| Among the op op defiled bitches.
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| We are held by conscience ground off boughs.
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| And we twist and turn the amounts, without deceiving our own,
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| No matter how bent without coins (woah), we stand straight.
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| I remember forever - there are no ceilings if there are no debts,
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| If only the young engine didn't stall from nerves.
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| Chorus:
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| Brother, why are we getting into debt again?
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| Brother, why do we have to save forever?
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| Brother, I don't want to die here and like this.
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| Shoot our business. |
| Shut up and be patient.
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| Brother! |