From Fieldy, the bit is fat, so that the speakers grow back
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Muse smelled the smell and jumped into the basin with us
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Eee, three people in the back are smoking
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The wind blows in my face, I devour the city with my eyes
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The brother threw a line over the backing tracks
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I was picking my memory, because it is completely crammed with texts
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Let the rappers find out which of them is true,
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But I can count on my fingers who fumbles in this industry
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Life is an amusement park, I want to do everything
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Earning a penny at the same time, and not plow for a mower
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The brothers are the answer. |
Know what I'm talking about
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How many people have we lost for fucking cash?
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City, night, track, turn up the bass
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There is smoke in the car, not a runny nose
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Do you feel me? |
We've been burning gasoline for two hours
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Blocks, familiar faces, crab meets the neighborhood
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Like snow, time is melting (melting)
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Where everyday life is on fire (well, yes)
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And I don't feel sorry for them (I feel sorry for them)
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Who blazes with me in it
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Like snow, time is melting (melting)
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Where everyday life is on fire (well, yes)
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And I don't feel sorry for them (I feel sorry for them)
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Who blazes with me in it
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record a demo for me, fill me with a cup of tea
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Morocco is famous for smoke, Georgia is clearly warm
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From the north, the guys are spending, with the brother an eternal call
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Here on the same territory hello, kif halak, shalom
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What's up? |
I've decided to write an album
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Fear threatened silence, I saw the muse and died
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Eee! |
Laziness left my head
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Sweatpants, sneakers, windbreaker, knee crunch on the side
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Near Gypsy, Ilya, Igor, Akim. |
big up
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To my guys from the bottom of my heart. |
Hear, don't rush? |
Move!
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Fire, whitefish, district in a flash
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Know in your eyes if you lie to their face, nigga
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In the deck is Diggie's album. |
Salute, crazy wild
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Shalom flies here to Moscow, to Kazan, to St. Petersburg
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With whom, for any reason, fate brought
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Everything happens as it should, otherwise it is impossible
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Like snow, time is melting (melting)
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Where everyday life is on fire (well, yes)
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And I don't feel sorry for them (I feel sorry for them)
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Who blazes with me in it
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Like snow, time is melting (melting)
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Where everyday life is on fire (well, yes)
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And I don't feel sorry for them (I feel sorry for them)
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Who blazes with me in it
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Like snow, time is melting (melting)
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And I don't feel sorry for them (I feel sorry for them)
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Listen, listen
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From the city to the letter X, boy to the letter, A
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Makes the letter G to the boys on the player
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How do you like this hip-hop? |
Rocked? |
That's the same
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Okay, cut it out, in short |