Back to the root squad
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Back to the root squad
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Back to the root squad
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I, I, I, I, I
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The sun bakes a cap
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We are from the city, at sunset
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Looks with seppy effect
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They don't follow us
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Death is chasing me
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Only at twenty I could understand
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You won't leave and you won't leave
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What? |
What?
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Who are you pure, here are the numbers
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How many checks do you need to collect
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What can I say that I had enough?
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I knock out the pins with a reading
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This is my main achievement
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Smart got rich
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Fuckers crave "Chi Da"
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Eat carefully
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Then do not dirty your mouth below
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Where the scraps fall
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Mice start up instantly
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I was not taught by childhood,
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But life itself taught (What?)
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Chick in the head
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So someone is breathing down the back of the head
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Hi you wish you
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What would go without kidneys
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If you drive like a bitch
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Just like a bitch and finish
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I want more,
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But I send someone else under the coccyx
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Eat hearty and sleep sweetly
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Okay, I'll be lady dolci
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What? |
What?
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Neck on chains
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I forgot already almost forgot
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How language oxidizes mail
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What? |
What?
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Past your bun dot
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I don't need these rolls
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I'm in for mud only with OG
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The porches are crushed by rot, I've been laughing at those for a long time
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Who forgot themselves on them, I breathe dust, the street of cars
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Super alloys in my bottle: aluminum, cobalt, nickel
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I don't like hanging out with a cop, do you remember that I'm solo
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I weigh 60, but on the beat the flow is stupid
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I put you to sleep and the sound of old backing tracks
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U, a, zeros on columns
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Seven miles from bed to bong
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Micro micro microphone, check, rainy weather
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If the girls hear how my I take with a syllable
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Back to the roots, I'm from Ufa, don't be stupid here
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Sounds ambiguous when set on fire for the 102nd
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The head is always in place - on the shoulders, and smoke in the Adam's apple
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As long as I eat from verses, I will be self-employed
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As long as I eat from verses, I will be self-employed
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self-employed |