On the last beat, I was losing my mind.
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People everywhere are happy to see you - give us money.
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We will always help you, brother,
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Let's not forget numbers, contacts.
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But fuck it, you need to wash away all their cry,
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Just a few moments and their cry is a game.
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How many times have I repeated to myself - quit everyday life,
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These fucking people are like roast beef.
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On the grill, bitch, all hip-hop.
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I'm frying here, slowly finished space.
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Sharit, your juvenile blockhead.
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Shmaras are always on the waves of parties.
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Did I think that I would fall into this society,
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But then we were serious.
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Time will fly by and you won't remember half of it.
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Thousands of people around under the clubs
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I did a verse for love and whores,
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Assholes in uniform packed everyone.
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While lying and, uncles, those who were sitting are sitting,
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Everything will be sad here, plus unbearable weight.
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The word lawlessness will break the limit,
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But everyone will lose weight even more on the lava.
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I'm trying to get the keys to the right things,
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But here they put sticks, absolutely everyone.
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Fashion for running, not shaking on land.
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My submarine is here with AzimuthSound.
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Let torpedo guidance be better
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The music beats in unison with the pulse.
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Rhythm to itself and satisfied with the resource,
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In Tenerife, you would fly and be blown away.
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Forever in smoke, I would like to get to the studio
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And a day per beat from fruity loops.
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Return home again in the morning
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After two jacks and a beer it's so tight.
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So I want to make a serious gun.
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Everyone is listening, like a fish out of land.
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I did not impose the images I assembled myself.
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To hell with the opinion in the whirlpool.
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Namely people, but not to remember them.
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These are the kind of suckers you drown.
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Change yourself more expensive, scum.
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A book lover wrote a novel.
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A bunch of dogs howled in chorus at the most powerful drum.
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Даже ниггеры заныли на Российский лад.
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Children gallop through the dashing yards.
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Steal not live - Internet ballas.
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Collecting and reflashing everyone is not an option,
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Angels are unlikely to be able to descend into this mud.
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I'm such a fuse with music in my ears,
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While dancing on the bones, they did not fall anywhere.
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While I wanted to go to Nepal here, I sewed up a foreign border.
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This fucking little world is very crooked.
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I tried to stand on the courts your grime,
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Everyone wants to get hype from Mouzon.
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I danced on the waves, but fell into me.
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My city is Kharkov.
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Knock down!
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Knock down!
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Knock down!
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Knock down! |