My feet are cold, my mother doesn't realize it
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I have to put things right in this house myself
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Toes cold, bare floor, radicals do not help
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I just need a decent rug
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My mother has the power, I asked if I could
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Bring the carpet home, I can, because I ate the dumpling soup
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Then I set up the house once, I brought a magnificent carpet
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A few seconds later, it blackened my eyes
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Then came the shark (shark)
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When I saw that there was a corpse inside my carpet
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Citizen raip. |
The place is better than before, because now it lacks intelligence
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Wasted, what am I doing now? |
I have absolutely no instinct
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She has a lousy paste, a sour milk mask
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Brought to this box, he is lying on the ground, not straining his muscles
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Quite disgusting and doesn't move at all, don't blink, he doesn't whine
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He doesn't circulate his body either
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What's next? |
Is anyone coming to the rescue?
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I took the carpet home from my carpet shop
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Now I'm lying here, no vodka, no nicotine
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Where is carpet vodka? |
It stinks too hard here
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Laiba, laiba stink
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Laiba, laiba, laiba stinks
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The corpse got into the carpet in the wide garden of the carpet garden
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Laiba, laiba stink
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Laiba, laiba, laiba stinks
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It's December, last time it breathed in May
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Laiba, laiba stink
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Laiba, laiba, laiba stinks
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Several bangs, several holes, hear dozens in the body
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Laiba, laiba stink
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Laiba, laiba, laiba stinks
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He wouldn't have opened the box if he only knew
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Heroin, cocaine in the chest. |
Shooting range on the body, firearm MP5
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Quick death, no torment. |
The bus took me away
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An examination awaits Laipa, but what then
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The punishment is conditional anyway
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I was sent home. |
I slept out
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Tears welled down in my cheeks
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I held cold feet in my hand. |
Vagasi lamasin
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Sick thoughts of brain bogs
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I was allowed to finish the last thing here
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I shuffled my luggage
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Wide holes in the body from the throat to the navel
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The blue man behind me was like a tail then
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Do not take any tracks yourself
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I couldn't even say it
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I got to enjoy the last hours free -
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You hit the wrong man in the wrong place at the wrong time
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Laiba, laiba stink
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Laiba, laiba, laiba stinks
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The corpse got into the carpet in the wide garden of the carpet garden
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Laiba, laiba stink
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Laiba, laiba, laiba stinks
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It's December, last time it breathed in May
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Laiba, laiba stink
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Laiba, laiba, laiba stinks
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Several bangs, several holes, hear dozens in the body
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Laiba, laiba stink
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Laiba, laiba, laiba stinks
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He wouldn't have opened the box if he only knew
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Mr. Law told me I have shit now
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«Take the paper, write it down. |
Highlight the most important thing. ”
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I picked up the pen, wrote him a story
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I wrote there that my mind is creating momentum
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The story is a flowing stream and the level of tone is as powerful as
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An all-through arrow. |
Half the brain is my throne
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The other side of my crown is. |
Words, kind of -
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The school of life is its creator. |
Nobody had a warm or cold story
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Because there was nothing to do with the carpet on the carpet
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A new detainee arrived at the prison again
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Retreated, laughter in the mouth. |
Luck is fortunate for me
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And is my life at all resilient?
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Is there an acceptable methodology?
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Poor condition, wrong level, wrong code
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Longin ma. |
In the spaces of the prison, I get to know the cell
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Oh, hello kong!
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How have you been?
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But how are you?
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Okay!
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Laiba, laiba stink
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Laiba, laiba, laiba stinks
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The corpse got into the carpet in the wide garden of the carpet garden
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Laiba, laiba stink
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Laiba, laiba, laiba stinks
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It's December, last time it breathed in May
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Laiba, laiba stink
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Laiba, laiba, laiba stinks
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Several bangs, several holes, hear dozens in the body
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Laiba, laiba stink
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Laiba, laiba, laiba stinks
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Stupid story, but I finally got rid of the body |