| Take me home
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| Take me home
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| Take me home
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| Take me home
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| A day in a car, ah, but today I will be full
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| I'll grab it for change, guaranteeing a smile
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| Among the hustle and bustle, a gold digger is aiming
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| Popo is saving up cash to take his family to Cyprus, but I won't even give you this
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| hryvnia, I drag everything to the base in a dusty red Mazda
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| Cartel is not lying, Cartel is rich, but not loot, fragrant garden
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| Honest brooks, firs feed their ass
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| But this is not for long, I understand, shaking the hall
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| White as a walker, this stuff blushes me
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| Hit it lightly, ay, puff, puff
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| Rubbish in the kitchen again, my head is spinning
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| Then get drunk, hang out again give repak
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| All paths lead to the base, homie
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| This is such a hidden traffic, understand?
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| Under the sky our corridors
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| And we carry mountains, but not coca, homie
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| Wow, this is not just homie
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| Too many questions, homeboy
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| So much smoke, I don't remember anything, but it's a fact
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| We're going to the base, homie
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| Step by step, along our paths
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| Don't buy a seat, don't sell an ass
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| Go do business, squeeze juice
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| And I myself am in shock, we drown better than many
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| Yes, these gringo locos are with me
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| Sometimes empty, but the cartel is close at hand
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| The booth feeds us, we cut a little
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| And to the base, fumbling, my legs are pulling me
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| Take me home
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| Take me home
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| Take me home
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| Take me home
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| Ha, there are blizzards at the exit from Kyiv
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| I walk where Gelik will soon be
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| Sold the wardrobe to barely two weeks
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| All the roads to the house, as if far away, did not sing (Ha, hey)
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| I open doors
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| With me only those who wanted to see (a, a, a)
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| Empty containers, corpses on the bed
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| I wouldn't trade it all for anything (ah, ah, ah)
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| At the end of the day I trudge through the city
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| An old car, but like Dora
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| Circle, don't be hungry
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| After all the traffic, I leave the E40 (E40)
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| E40, E40, E40, take me home
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| E40, E40, E40, I'm proud of my family
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| I'm driving down Vasylkivska
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| On the way to E40
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| Patrol along the way
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| Shoots me in the side (But somehow I don't give a fuck)
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| Something wants to find
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| But alas, no catch
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| After all, I hid all the weight
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| Somewhere under a horseshoe
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| My squad doesn't want to get dirty, uh
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| A pair of expensive sneakers
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| Greed loves the rap game
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| The greedy are dragged to the swamp
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| Every young player
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| Know what hunger is
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| Each of us here is sick with something
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| Everyone has their own pharmacologist |