| Slowly my city fell asleep while we hummed in the studio
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| Why did you understand so slowly, why are you alone and where did everyone fall
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| Don't dial, you didn't get there, my crosses kissed your face
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| The stage is my city, and the people are the hall
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| I immediately stepped on the gas!
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| Chorus:
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| Fuss spoils you, fuss spoils BABY
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| Fuss spoils, PATS VASAP
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| Fuss spoils you, fuss spoils BABY
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| Fuss spoils, PATS VASAP
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| 1 couplet:
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| Your cops are on target
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| You can’t drive up to us on a sleigh
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| Your cops are on target, let your chick search the sites
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| Me and those who sat down with me
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| In this huge black car
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| Kruzak or Censer, Gelik
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| We don't give a fuck, we wrote about it
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| Unwavering like a sect
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| We are irreplaceable, as the center of a whole spectrum
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| We won't change the accent
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| We will not change the concept and bring down like someone else
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| We are to the center, but without stops
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| Your bitch got eaten like in a cafeteria
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| She says - I'm not ready,
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| But I prepared all the appliances
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| No need to count my people by their heads
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| No need to look at what they are wearing - it's rubbish
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| No need to stare and confuse your father
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| You'd better not show up here while we're there
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| Chorus:
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| Fuss spoils you, fuss spoils BABY
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| Fuss spoils you, BAGS WASAPS Fuss spoils you, vanity spoils BABY
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| Fuss spoils, PATS VASAP
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| verse 2:
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| You would obviously fuck here
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| Everyone here gives a fuck about the original
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| Whatever ticket you take out
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| The lottery promises that you lost
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| Give and give, we have no change
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| Nobody here will give you a cutlet
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| You're scared to go, you don't know where you are
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| And everyone doesn't give a fuck - who and what is dressed
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| Give me a bat and a cola, I'll destroy it again
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| And you will have to call for help, otherwise after our bitch is modest
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| Give me a bat and a cola, I'll destroy it again
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| And you will have to call for help, otherwise after ours the bitch is modest,
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| And then after ours, the bitch pulls yours
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| It will be porridge, as then on bits |