Tell me, God, what is more precious in this life,
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but you can’t say well, just whistle.
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We hung somewhere between hell and heaven,
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where new people are born and we die.
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We know that everyone knows and even more
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the street teaches to live, to wash the soles.
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go get drunk, kill yourself and the noose. |
In life
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didn't work, wrote like a robot yes sweat,
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the little one was a nerd, and now here he is a kofa.
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No one believed that I would read, even myself
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I think the tracks are bullshit. |
I didn't bring it to the studio
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heifers, they just recognized me, and you are fucking like a child.
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Now I don't give a fuck, you should have fucked bitches, base records
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bed and take it off as a keepsake. |
Throw it on the Internet to
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everyone knew, like so and so, wow, you recognized this coffee.
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Open your eyes, you can understand everything, you had to believe,
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now there is no need for tears.
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Bitches heal my wounds with yours
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sweet lips sweeter sweeter.
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he is already standing, he is already standing ayy
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Bitches heal my wounds with yours
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sweet lips sweeter sweeter.
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he is already standing, he is already standing ayy
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hello, don’t say goodbye or something. Yes, I’m fine, I was
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on uneven bars at school. |
What did you find better, fuck you bitch
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and I'm walking the same way yesterday I fucked two. |
I am crazy
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yes, well, yes, you knew before that you were brains
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fuck you not finished yet? |
Yes, I'm the same, also
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in the yard on the bench, where drunks, like wolves,
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fucking bobik barks, noose on the heel of the huckster
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down the barrel for a nickel, so you think you're a fool.
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It's not like that, I'm much worse
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I don't see reflections in mirrors and puddles,
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my soul left me a long time ago, I fought
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while I was with you, now no one. |
I'm sorry, I'll say goodbye
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rap is shit, people are bitches, goodbye.
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Bitches heal my wounds with yours
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sweet lips sweeter sweeter.
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he is already standing, he is already standing ayy
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Bitches heal my wounds with yours
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sweet lips sweeter sweeter.
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he is already standing, he is already standing ayy
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Wait a minute, I'm not everything, happy-sad, but still.
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Donkey, how could I let you go like this, but you are small
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you don’t understand what and how, 3 - 5 love, hug, kiss.
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Maybe enough fucking? |
it's time for us to live again!
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i'm a whore! |
bumps in the pad, bitches in the hut.
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Put on a dressing gown and namuti haw zayy.
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Don't freeze, buy something warmer, I don't know who you are
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now warm. |
The wind blows me alone and you.
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there is no longer that spiky beard .... |