I turn on the boost… skrt-t-t… vroom
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It is impossible not to lose the remnants of all feelings t-t-t-here
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But, no matter how difficult it is for me, I still spin
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Maybe a little time was lost, but it can be returned
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Yes, yes, yes, yes, ah, ah
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I turn on the boost… skrt-t-t… vroom
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It is impossible not to lose the remnants of all feelings t-t-t-here
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But, no matter how difficult it is for me, I still spin
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Maybe a little time was lost, but it can be returned
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Yes, yes, yes, yes, ah, ah
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I turn on boost ...
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I'm speeding up, hey, chop-chop
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Camera focus on me, click-click
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It dragged on at the bottom
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With the useless in the cauldron the devil is callous
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What are you dying, what are you wasting? |
BUT?
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Fuck the tops, fuck the charts, uh
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New year is here, new chapter
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You will leave a trace in the soil with a clear imprint
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On horseback again, it's cold in the dark
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I light the gas, k-k-the room is on fire
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While I'm alive here, not yet a torn portrait
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Not a hologram, their bell doesn't ring for me
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I'm not ready to leave you, sorry, sorry, not
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Ready to read about life for hundreds of hundreds more years
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The psychiatrist is looking for injuries, clean karma, he will also say:
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"Listen, boy, the truth is in wine, understand like a sommelier"
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Yes, maybe it's all to blame
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Climbed on the rampage like a pyromaniac in a fire, yes
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I rhyme Kylie Jenner with Alisher, Vlad Sheff with a private jet,
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But let's take a piece of the pie, yeah
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I'm on something - Jack's bottle (Big facts)
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I insert anglicisms - a reflex, I don't know the word "regression"
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The world is total bullshit
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If you are hooked, then you are my mental twin...
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I turn on the boost… skrt-t-t… vroom
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It is impossible not to lose the remnants of all feelings t-t-t-here
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But, no matter how difficult it is for me, I still spin
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Maybe a little time was lost, but it can be returned
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Yes, yes, yes, yes, ah, ah
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I turn on boost ...
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28 years
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There is no antidote for music
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I tried everything on the list, nothing is rushing and close
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Like the feeling when we bring down a good rap
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An uncomplicated thought
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Yuzal everything that is possible and impossible
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VVD lifestyle left me as a gift VVD,
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And the bonus (bonus) is false friends
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Not popular like Little Big
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But call the coroner - the beat is dead
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I know how cold it is here without love
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A hundred times I went out of my way, but again it's not a dead end, don't be stupid and...
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Don't even try to overtake us
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After all, we graph better than the Chinese
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We don't know miracles
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But iron knows my character, each of my traitors
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party king? |
I don't fuck with socialites
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I don't fall for this garbage, but call if Cardi B is there
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Riri and Wayne, plus Drizzy, Selena, fuck him
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A couple of colleagues, we'll fly off at the party
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My A-Team is psychos, MCs are all quiet
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And if you are not a friend at all - move away
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The track of your pussy will fly and she will like this style
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'Cause I'm a fat sound in the flesh
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Not alive and not dead (Did it again!)
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I stood up somewhere in the background, like a fat reverb in my voice
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Rap that will enter the brain with an awl
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Yes, my lifestyle is rebirth
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Maybe lousy, but rushing
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After misfires, kambachu and again pru lively forward
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Like a spring, take off
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After bruises - rise, after a mistake - fuck, yo!
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I turn on the boost… skrt-t-t… vroom
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It is impossible not to lose the remnants of all feelings t-t-t-here
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But, no matter how difficult it is for me, I still spin
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Maybe a little time was lost, but it can be returned
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Yes, yes, yes, yes, ah, ah
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I turn on boost ... |