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
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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
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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) |