| I have a cold again, nine bars on the eve
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| Betska in a foreign car (Bets, Bets)
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| Will be somewhere by the full moon
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| Stretches as slowly as a garik in my kitchen
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| Gets on my nerves, but I know it will be soon
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| I have a cold again, bitch, I don't fucking remember
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| Next to me are whores, plugs, pimps - Hola
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| Smoke on the autodrome, Polaroid will remember us
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| There are bridges in the city, but my comfort is the walls of the house (But my comfort is the walls of the house)
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| [Verse]:
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| I don't need drugs
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| And so full of its poison, where to put it?
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| Film me as I die, but we love the state
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| When we don't need anything
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| Ket takes me away again
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| Garik sticks to fingers
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| Ceilings somehow suffocate
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| Hood with deep border
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| Closes from strangers
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| Stay away from me, hoe, I can infect
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| Sick of not sober condition, I'm tired of taking everything out
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| I'm smoking again in the next house, bitch, pulling heroin
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| I don’t fall for temptation, I only pass smoke
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| Your tracks do not catch, because you are whole and do not harm
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| I'm sick - it's ok
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| Then only the grass saves, baby brings me a gram
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| Although there are more than a hundred in the fridge, I will leave it for later
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| Yes, I lost some weight with the help of all these quarrels, I find myself
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| Without leaving the autodrome
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| I have a cold again, nine bars on the eve
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| Betska in a foreign car (Bets, Bets)
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| Will be somewhere by the full moon
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| Stretching as slow as Ggarik in my kitchen
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| Gets on my nerves, but I know it will be soon
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| I have a cold again, bitch, I don't fucking remember
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| Next to me are whores, plugs, pimps - Hola
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| Smoke on the autodrome, Polaroid will remember us
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| There are bridges in the city, but my comfort is the walls of the house (But my comfort is the walls of the house)
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| I have a cold again, nine bars on the eve
|
| Betska in a foreign car (Bets, Bets)
|
| Will be somewhere by the full moon
|
| Stretches as slowly as a garik in my kitchen
|
| Gets on my nerves, but I know it will be soon
|
| I have a cold again, bitch, I don't fucking remember
|
| Next to me are whores, plugs, pimps - Hola
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| Smoke on the autodrome, Polaroid will remember us
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| There are bridges in the city, but my comfort is the walls of the house (But my comfort is the walls of the house) |