Legal work for a normal receipt
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A healthy relationship, not a motherfucking mess
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Add warmth and peace to your wish list
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So far, it's the only thing I see every day
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It's just money and chill type, (money and chill)
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Money and chill, (money and chill)
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Money and chill, (money and chill)
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The river of garbage is flowing, I want to change the current
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They wanted pissed-off Joda
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A drunken bastard with only debts on the account
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They say that until you no one will love you
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All in all, I'm not surprised at myself or you dude
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The street is a stepmother - she won't hug you, but she is
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You can buy everything here, like fucking AliEx
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Expensive sex, cheap love
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He wanted to poke around the girls, the balance disappeared
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In the restaurant next door, an old guy with a young shlora
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He winds up pasta that this time he is splitting up with his wife
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Bittersweet, like a bitten pill
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In dirty clubs, I wrap myself like a hundred
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Legal work for a normal receipt
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A healthy relationship, not a motherfucking mess
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Add warmth and peace to your wish list
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So far, it's the only thing I see every day
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It's just money and chill, money and chill
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Money and cold, money and cold |
Money and cold, money and cold
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The river of garbage is flowing, I want to change the current
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And wash away the dirt, and I'm running out of it again
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Here the brutal truth cuts dreams, just like pruning shears
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And there are no stops, no stops in the streets
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The swamp will suck you in and you'll swim if you don't clear the silt
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You have to pay for mistakes, and sometimes for free
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Life is not magic unless your car is missing
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I send light, but there is no hope
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It's like you're trying to ignite the ocean with a spark
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Well, what you have to say, I don't care
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How begging for admiration comes out of your mouth
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I'm staring at the phone, SMS "Help the children"
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At this time, donations are being made to pato-strimmers
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Legal work... well, fuck it
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So far, it's the only thing I see every day
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It's just money and chill, money and chill
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Money and cold, money and cold
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Money and cold, money and cold
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The river of garbage is flowing, I want to change the current
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And get out of this equation where status and money count
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And again, an ice cube falls into the drink that was supposed to warm my heart |