| They twist their fingers at the temple
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| I'm just young, the truth pricks their eyes
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| Do I owe more? |
| — You don't have to, not at all
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| I heard a lot of groans, these groans into space
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| Not a sip of resentment
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| I see those who wanted to be near
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| And I smell those who pour shit without showing it,
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| But I will throw all the devils into the pool
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| For the sake of winning
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| I left your bitch you were with for a year
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| Tell her now which one of us is better
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| Alas, you and your house are not on the way
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| Cause we hate the wasteland
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| It seemed to me that these people swam away, no
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| Everything here is always with a fuck, not a smile
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| I also want to lose weight
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| But I must also do
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| Smiling at them all!
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| I smile into their eyes
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| Not evil, just kind out of anger
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| Remember son, who throws you bones
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| Not evil, just kind out of anger
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| Remember the son who throws you
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| Snow from the roof - like from the head, the stars fly to the floor
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| They roll the smell, I smell it in the wind - the child teaches the father of slippers
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| Crosses are carried to the west, groans and snores are all around
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| "Salute my district" - here it dripped with blood
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| My style is Palahniuk, yours is just catching gingerbread
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| Yes, you are useless here, like an empty kettle
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| Throw these cigarettes, smoke cigars
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| Our sound is jab, hook
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| Blows fly accurately at the target
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| I will collect the herbarium from the fields
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| You don't need a mind chamber, that's enough in your head
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| Witty, cunning, I'm like Jack Sparrow
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| Vodka is not a jack on the table
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| Let's comeback, Holoway
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| Your bitch is dancing in front of you 'cause
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| You shoved Franklin into her pocket
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| Her forms, looks, did not control herself
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| With me, but not for money
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| These shadows, the walls remember everything, there were screams
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| Not yours, this scene
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| Among the mannequins, sale tables, arena
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| The clock is running, but for some reason the time is broken
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| Give me a spark, I'll show you where the gunpowder is, someone's in the house
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| I bring everything here to the cent
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| Dear friend, suddenly became my support,
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| And then greedily gave me interest
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| I put a bolt on it, and fuck what will happen in the end
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| I smile into their eyes with the devil's smile on my face
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| Catch a hat-trick, demons, mike and muse in hand
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| Do not change places, we ourselves
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| We are with the ace, you are with the pocket
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| I smile into their eyes |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song В бокале Бордо, artist - Lastend. Album song Холод голод молод, in the genre Русский рэп