| We draw segments, but we draw knowledge, fuck it, only salt and pepper taste
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| At the rate of the target under the heart, the red dot is looking for where to get used to
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| St. Petersburg kicker, the sound of a German exhaust, my consistency, my slippers, my towel,
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| as soon as possible
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| I clumsily laid out phrases from my head, fucking with those feces
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| I exchanged an awl for soap, kicked a dick, but I fucked like this to go to the final of this movie, why,
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| how is she?
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| She used to dive with me to the bottom, this is a danger from dark to dark, probably everything is like that
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| Surely, a lot of things influenced me, wag your pussy in front of me
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| Weight on the pocket, let's go to the forest for meat, Leps plays
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| Under the ass five hundred and seventieth Lexus, painting, fucking, oil
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| Fuck go, no one asked you there, just Watson, I'm a rapper,
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| don't fuck
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| Right now, ramsey, fuck the fuck, teeth are clattering on the floor
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| Right now, the cap pulled out tight, thoughts wove a web, poured out phrases,
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| gray paint on canvas, with bright highlights
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| Don't write to me, fuck it, but near the thoughts fell, speak directly
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| This repack is for everyone, you found yourself among them, bravo!
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| This repack is for everyone, you found yourself among them, bravo!
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| He is Tom, I am not Jerry, not Silent Bob and not Jay when I ask
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| beat changes dj
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| The flight of thoughts cannot be compared with the flight of stylistics, we all fly in one swarm around
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| sun, without fasteners
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| Life begins, but ends with death, where the methyl hit
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| And I noticed that my crowd was running, when the body of the flame was hot, and rivers of sweat
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| comes out of the forehead
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| That he made some handful of efforts, he did not lie to himself, remained dry and
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| cold
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| You were hardly satisfied when you have already put up with this, you are fur
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| moth-eaten
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| Will in a wide field, all immured with pain, my verse remains to this day
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| underground
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| If you recognize yourself, then just sing along to us, got out of the network when you realized that you were caught
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| In a social environment, I'm just an outcast, mom, they press-press-press and press on the pus
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| us
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| Neumann would only decorate my essence with timbres, otherwise the difference is zero
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| Step right sharp, step left flat
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| I hope we didn't sweeten the salt here on purpose, if I didn't understand something,
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| then from the very beginning, musol
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| That from the very beginning, musol ... |